Bonesplinter Ravine I need to listen good,

a brute of dark back and earthly underbelly, built and painted much like a mountain, had found her territory. or the edges of it, the vague line between what's hers and what is yet unclaimed. the scent he carries is foreign to her; perhaps he's unaffiliated with the rats that scurry in the dark overcast of her kingdom.

doña. she corrects through a crooked smile. of course. though i do not consider those that hide within shadows guests. they are more akin to predators stalking their prey. the queen tilts her head, her smile never fading. nevertheless he is a stranger, and though he speaks in the silk of her mother tongue, she has seen this same story before. she will not be swept up into the arms of another basilisk.