yeah, she wanna vc

Walking along the borders of the Sparse Pines, Azoula was trying to determine just how massive the territory was. So far, it seemed larger than The Polar Sound, which was interesting. Maybe even bigger than their island too. It would be a valuable addition to their kingdom, no doubt. They just needed to invade it once and for all at some point during the winter season.

Thieves pay with blood. She recognizes the voice calling from within, a snarl following the words, and the sound of a roaring bear echoing after. Riot. The tiny girl is no match for a lumbering bear; not on her own, anyway. Although Azoula is more of a huntress and not a fighter, she can’t let the girl face the beast on her own.

Rushing through the forest, she arrives to see Riot latched onto the bear’s face. Azoula doesn’t hesitate, she leaps off her hind limbs and straight onto the beast’s back, digging her hooked claws into its hide and biting down on its shoulder.


”Speech”