Moonspear My favorite wine is tequila.

We can fade or continue - idk if three threads at once is excessive lol

The Pale. A great meadow of mists. She thought of it, tilting her head slightly with a fond expression. While the Pale was dreary and glum with the foul weather, she remembered that on the sunnier days when she had first come to the mountain, it was a pleasant site indeed. Not only that, but it was full of prey animals in all shapes and sizes. Despite wolf predation, it seemed a plentiful resource.

That'll do nicely, she gave a firm nod, playfully playing the part of a discerning princess. She almost asked if she should bring anything, but quickly remembered this was a hunt they were planning.

Walk with me! Toad demanded, so excited that movement was quite necessary. She pushed off her feet as if lunging, and began walking like a strut, thinking of their picnic date ahead of them.