your standing next to queen Caisian syala. A foxkin kingdom at the polar caps. Negative temps that dont bother your race. But humans are stirring trouble. human negotiators standing before the throne. Blabing on about how they’ll cut trade if your kingdom pay doesnt pay more tax. queen scowling. Only 21, you’d pity her but you’ve her friend. Finally when she became queen after her late father you were made the lieutenant royal guard. The humans draw swords

Caisian: “what is this?!”