Boartusk Heights October skies

She kept up, though not by much; excitement brimming in the tips of her pawpads, to finally go beyond the walls of the palace; a secret tunnel, surely this was where the maid lead the two of them. 

And when they finally breached cave walls and crept out into the world below, Nymphora was met with the same clearing she stared into day in and day out. Did it entertain the maid to play her betters for fools? Nymphora brimmed with anger—herself, for falling for such a ruse, and this smug bitch, for daring to do it in the first place. Her expression darkened.

She did not think of repurcussion or of feelings or any other unimportant bullshit. She only acted, wheeling around and lashing out with teeth towards whatever skin she could get ahold of. It was her right regardless of her size, to put ants in their place. Unruly child, she did not care; she wanted to taste blood.