He thinks that he is one smooth Casanova – just throwing himself out there for all to listen to. I do not miss the drawn out howl from the lips of one so familiar as it echoes within my caverns. Yes, my caverns. I have lived here long enough now to rightfully claim this particular area of them as mine. After all, I have birthed… four litters here. Four… that seems like quite a bit. Nevertheless, I aim to bring this chaos to his party as I rise into a stretch within the darkness that clings to me.

Even at thirteen years of age I am still as wondrous and appealing as I had always been. Perhaps a bit worn from the work of raising a few whelps but it was nothing I couldn’t fix – a woman’s job is more pressuring than a male’s in any case. With a long yawn and a deep stretch with my rump raised to the air I was soon ready to be on my way. A mortal shell crafted from oblivion itself merged with the darkest recesses of the caverns as I weaseled my way through them. My lithe figure allowed me easy access to the tightest fits and within moments I was wriggling between two boulders into the outside world above.

The summer sun was warm and bright, a bit irritating at first, but those abysmal eyes quickly found the intimately familiar form of Enderly. As always, he was reclined with a shit-eating smile upon his face, always betraying his nature in such regards. I approach him silently a diagonal direction and speak only when I am near enough to him by the babbling pool. ”Lost your fancy with the old hag?” A cooing taunt is sent in his direction as a knowing smile spreads across my darkened façade.