Just as predicted -- the kingdom of children had crumbled to the ground. Little was a fresh yearling prepared for what came of ruling a kingdom. Never would he put so much trust into a queen again, nor in any of their blood -- the Finnvi. The old bitch and her daughter had left the kingdom fallen in it's wake -- much to his surprise. No one stepped up to rule, so the maimed warrior would begin to meander about the newly freed lands. In his path stood a silver siren, one he knew as Cataleya. "A far more qualified leader you are than the children who failed to rule over those far more superior." He chortled, the Raven's figure slithering toward the silver queen, smoothed and relaxed. A rigorous purr of loyalty would slip from inky lips, as his single eye would settle upon the newly proclaimed queen. "I pledge my loyalty to the kingdom you will build. Any who challenge you is a fool." Once more he gave a chortle, but his harsh glare of his single eye was given to the surrounding area, to see if any challenged the new queen. He would quietly settle himself about fifteen feet from the silver maiden, plush tail curling about obsidian paws.