Bai my troth, for sooth most veriliee; I doth decree that stranger fiction be than any new take to tell at dawn to the nightingale tending to be the lark!!!112
You will never know the agony of motherhood to a wolf.
I ease them upon my bosom; tooth fang and claw.
And yow think I support to yow?
*laughter low; through the underpinnings of undulations*