Lithe as Juniper, armed with the bite of Foxglove. A slimy Salesman of a Corvid, A greedy, haggling Dragon, And a Lioness who knew She was above all of this. Yet here She stood, Her back straight and Her ears facing forward. Anything to maintain Ferocity. Bickering. Bickering. And at the end of the Day, a Deal was reached, Even though No One was truly interested. And No One was proud.