"Poshi! Don't scare me like that" She strokes the scales under the Moshko's chin as it churrs and purrs "So...you mind explaining why your here? Huh?" Her tone is cold and unforgiving "What? You saw Poshi and only thought about gold? No Disregard for them or their territory I ought to have my Poshi bite you in half" There's a hot breath at the back of your neck, slowly looking out your peripheral there were other Mashkos staring daggers at you "Or them?"
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