Many Scales.
Orange.
More scales on the tail.
Likes caves.
Smelly swamp ******** were the things she knew about Forgotten Feathers' assailant. She was determined to right that which had been wronged. The poor doe's spirit in tatters, Albatross would not stand for any of it. She stomped the swamp grounds with purpose, her hair a ratty mess all but empty. She meant business and she was going to find that a*****e. And what would she do with him? It didn't matter precisely, but vengeance would be hers and he would be oh so sorry. Walking alongside a stream, she stopped when she viewed her reflection. She looked stern, lean and mean. Motherfather have mercy on this rude buck. She wasn't the strongest but she was resourceful. And she had a cheetah and two furbies. The latter two which were nothing more than decorated bait. Sufficiently impressed with her look, she ventured forward, scouring the land for caves and this terrible piece of s**t.
Gekokoko
