Her indulgence to the rabbit was almost short lived -- she tore in to the flesh, her teeth seeking out the vital organs of the creature first. Each such a tiny morsel, and yet the nutrition plentiful. She was silent as she ate, her ears flickering in the direction of Kjors as he spoke -- agreeing with her. Hearthwood River would rise to a glory that went beyond Cut Rock River. Their enemy packs would not have the ability to push them out again -- of this she promised herself.
Pushing the remains of the rabbit to her companion for him to savor as well, her tongue cleaned at her jaws, aiming to remove the blood from her pale muzzle. One paw would sweep up, rubbing against her muzzle before she pushed herself upward, giving her golden pelt a light shake. "No pack will remove us from our home again," she noted, her tone gentle, but firm. Her green eyes flashed over the dragon, feeling a new surge of confidence that had been missing before. "You will aide me in this as my Advisor," she decided then, her tail sweeping through the cool autumn air. She held no doubt that some of her companions would worry over this new title unleashed in the dragons paws -- but Kisla saw them as capable paws, and he would not thrive unless given a chance.
And she needed another with the same passion to take these words to fruition -- to become more than just a mumbled wish upon the wind.
sparking up my heart