Sunshine, Daisies, Butter Mellow...

She brought out the little cage she had her froggy friends in, setting them just outside of her den to give them a bit of fresh air. Then again...slightly better air. It didn't smell very good around her den what with all the rotten little corpses strewn about, but she didn't really care. Nobody ever visited her little corner of the pack lands, so she didn't feel the need to keep things tidy. Besides, her decor brought her comfort. She had grown up around death, eating carrion, and doing what she had to in order to survive. Habari, no Habari...she'd still have her collection of assorted bones and taxidermy creatures in some form or another.

Settling next to the little cage, she was careful not to touch the frogs she had. They were brightly colored and pretty to look at, but she had learned not too long ago how poisonous they were. She had learned she could use their secretions to poison her traps, but for now, she just watched them and listened to them croak.


"Speech!"

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