Wapun Meadow tickle that cheek and take your throne.

Screams breaking the night amd Eti woke with fright. The narrow lime of his chest racing and he jumped to sandy paws.

Without thought or care he raced from his nest. The sand and brown of his fur leading him into darkness. Golden eyes on the world ahead of them.

It was a youngling he found. Blood pooling beneath her. A soft curse in haitian left his mouth and he gently sniffed her over. His granmothers language leaving his lips in his fear.

Ou anfom? ti fi presye?