Rare Meal

*Raisa* · 02-16-2014, 07:50 PM

That fact that this was in fact an acquaintance instead of a stranger enticed the queen forward, despite her now miffed outlook. It was true, her old titles did not mean as much to her as they did before. After moons of wandering as a rogue of no prospects, she had come to see that an empty title was just that: empty. What use was a title when your paws were sore, your belly empty, and you were being chased off of every kill by bigger bands of wolves? No, her old titles meant nothing in a new land. Raisa pushed through the tall grasses, unexpected finding a familiar wolf and a very unfamiliar reptile. Raisa raised a brow, ear flattening in disbelief. "I was sassed... By a gecko?" The queen closed her eyes and let out a long breath, finally giving herself a little shake, and turning her attention back to Isabella. "You, Miss Isabella, I remember. To answer your question, no, my titles do not mean as much to me as they once did. It's been a long few moons. It's nice to see you again, however. I trust your travels are treating you well?" It was good to see a fellow rogue surviving, flourishing even. It gave Raisa a certain sort of hope. Though, if she played her cards right, Raisa would not be a rogue for much longer.

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