Up to Something....

The dame flicked her tail as she watched the fire rook, his elf was attached to hers in some way. The doctor seemed to respect her, and she him, but the red rook had spirit. He seemed determined to give the little elf trouble, and that sparked her curiosity.

The loss of her first pup still stung, but perhaps she was being given a second chance here, with this similarly spirited young rook. Getting his attention was easy enough, and she tugged him off without the elves really noticing; Confident she could have him back to the stall without his being missed.

Miasma showed the rook through the grounds, settling into one of the clear streams that flowed down from the mountains and flicked her tail at him, smirking as he shook the water from his face with a little growl, then tried to return the favor only to have her dart off.
Shortly before the she-elf returned the plant same returned the rook to the stall he had been left in to keep him out of trouble. Disappearing into the shadows as the elf returned, her own walking beside the female as she collected her drak, the little blue hybrid draped over her shoulders contentedly as he peered up at the larger, unruly, fire. Chirping curiously, as if wondering why the elder always caused such a ruckus. Tsillah shook her head, sighing as she petted the bronze pup and appologised yet again for Balaur's attitude.

Miasma only smirked, materialising out of the shadows at the side of her partner. The doctor immediately turned his attention to her, face as blank as ever as he studied the same, voice rasping out in its usual hoarse whisper, "Vhat are you up to, Miasssma?" he breathed, "I know that look, dearesssst." but the dame's smile only broadened toothily as she turned away. He would learn soon enough...