Recent content by Tanya Keltoi

“Ahhh now, nonsense!” the vixen reassured with a dismissive wave of the paw. “You’re here now and as welcome as any beast so you enjoy the night as much as you fancy. Besides,” The grin returned to her narrow muzzle, “’tis nice to have a few interestin’ ones about. Now I ain’t supposed to gossip...

Whether Talinn had intentionally elected not to respond to the implicit in her story or simply did not care for it Tanya could not tell. Her lips pursed, expression remaining inscrutable as she listened to the report from the Minister of Innovation about the Urk situation. During her tenure as...

It came as pleasant surprise to hear this other beast was an archer, and it showed on her countenance. "Oh!" Tanya beamed, "that's good! Trained with all sorts by this age, but archery always calls me back, you know? What sort of bow do you normally use?" She was getting ahead of herself...

The laugh which barked from Tanya at Jeshal's query was neither humorous nor kind, something despairing in it as she broke a tension she could hardly bear. Delivering the news was painful enough: navigating her husband's reactions would prove to be another matter altogether. By trade she was a...

Caden was holding his composure admirably in the face of such a difficult discussion; yet again Tanya felt a surge of pride for the jack she had played some small part in raising, along with a healthy dose of respect. Painful though his road had no doubt been, it had led him to a place of...

The night was young, but for Tanya this was the culmination of several days’ careful planning. The selection, production and calculations involved had been time consuming, and that was not to speak of the litany of further arrangements to ensure a smooth night. She had worked for some time in...

Perched on the windowsill like a ragged bird of ill omen, Tanya stared quietly back at the todd as she took stock of the state of him. The work had been no grand challenge for the vixen – at least not getting the house to sleep. The physicality of working her way inside, around and through a...

Orina was a bold one. Tanya nodded her approval at the squirrel’s inclusion in the scheme. As far as she was concerned broadening the targets would not be an issue; there was plenty of time to get the plan implemented and already she was calculating dosage and type of poison. All told it...

It came as a small, barely conscious relief to Tanya to see the signs that Caden was bearing as many nerves as she was about this conversation. Having not seen the marten since his infancy there had been no knowing what had transpired since nor what manner of beast he had grown to be: she would...

Worrying her lip in absent thought, Tanya's eyes unfocused for a few moments as she tracked a few options. That there had been an attempt on Talinn was interesting - telling, perhaps, why Dusk was keen to make them the focus of this work also. It was not for her to chase then and there...

Ah, so he was that close with Caden. Small wonder the marten was so defensive if he was aware of half as much on Daniil's side. Uncomfortable as it was for the vixen to know that her part in Gordon's assassination was out there, Tanya took it in stride: there wasn't much other choice. After all...

Tanya liked to pride herself, where others may describe overly paranoid, on being prepared for every eventuality. She was one to pride herself on having a response ready for any eventuality, whether sparking agreement or ire in those around her. Rolling with the punches of life's...

Amusing though it was to cause such a stir, Tanya was a beast for mischief rather than malice. The grey todd's clear alarm softened her expression at once though ragged ears settled into an uncomfortable angle when she caught the accent she had almost forgotten how to identify. It made her...

Brows raised as Tanya listened, evidently appreciative of their input as it sparked further ideas they could toy with. There were multitudinous routes they could take, each with its own risks and rewards; that they were making a public spectacle was, in itself, a deeply risky business even if...

Staying still felt counterintuitive. Every cell in the vixen's body was screaming for movement; for frantic pacing and clawing and screaming hoarse her grief at the thought of any beast harming the vixen she had all but considered a daughter. It still did not feel real. To see no body, to have...