xanthea

"you are roughly shoved to the floor and brought before an elegant woman with an effortless but unsettling smile her guards are humanoid wolves standing poised to leap or grovel at a word.* "Well, well and just what has crept into my domain?" she says leaning forward from her dais. "a mouse, a tribute offering,... or a thief?" her claws flex at the last word and the wolves around her give a brief snarl. " tell me and I may believe you." she purrs out. "Or I might not."