Sierra Hills I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea

Was she photoshopped

The female alpha took what Askan said into acknowledgment, information stored away to inform her mate when she got back. Not that she had any intention of hurrying home, she would take the long way around. But, she was going to go home. In a tone as dry as Askan’s, or maybe even drier if that was possible she responded, ”Such a shame that it fell apart, it came as such a surprise.” While she wished no ill on Sahalie - or no serious ill anyways - she was smug about the downfall of the Vale. Served the little brat right, not everything was sunshine after all.

Looking the dark male over the woman stood, flicking the end of her tail as some sort of informal farewell. Turning to leave Aponi hadn’t taken more than a couple of steps before she glanced back over her shoulder. She was smirking sarcastically as she called, ”Do I strike you as the kind of woman who leaves messes for someone else to clean up, Askan?” He could ask Hexamora - oh wait, that’s right, she’s dead.

FADE

Or are her eyes really that lonely