[Fenrir]

 

⋆⁺‧₊☽The Mistress of Death☾₊‧⁺⋆
☆-Nephthys-☆
[She/Her]
{29 Moons}
~Straight~
"And in the death of her reputation, she felt truly alive"
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Nephthys followed the three cats into the camp, keeping a close eye on the rogue. The queen's eyes searched the clearing for Ares, and when they landed on the Crown, she signaled Lightning and Fossa to make their way to him.

"Good evening Ares," the queen started. "The patrol went well for the most part. Lots of the camps closer to the main one are descrated, however, in one of the camps farther down the mountain, we found this rogue," the she-cat mewed coldly. "He wanted to stay, I gave him the option to leave or to bring his concerns to you, so thats why he's here," Nephthys mewed.

@Rowan @Dizerel @Idiotic.Bean101