A few week have pasted and Poppy gave birth to a male troll with black hair and light blue skin and Stunning green eyes. Poppy hasn't named him yet because she wanted Branch's option.

Poppy sat on her throne, tapping her fingers impatiently. Her son squirmed in her lap. He reminded her of Branch and it gave her an aching felling in her heart. She looked down at her son and felt warmth spread through her. He was a handsome gem to her.

The doors opened startlingly her. One of the guards fell down and the other stood in shock. A griffin came in with razor sharp claws. The guard that fell was in the path of the griffins. The griffin crushed the guards skull under his grip. It mad a cracking noise and his tail swiped the other guard down. He lased out and ripped the flesh of the guard. Blood marked his claws as he trailed his way to Poppy sitting place.

He stopped and backed a way to the side. Another troll enter, but was cover by a cloak. It made it's way to the throne and a smiled plastered on its face. 

"Well, well, well... Your the queen Poppy." The troll stepped up and touched her face and tilted it to the side. Poppy slapped away the hand. "I see you have met Silvertalon" Poppy knew who the griffin was.

"What do you want!" Poppy snarled. Her son became silent and was staring with interest at the visitor.

The trolls face turned to a frown and its eyes glowed beneath the cloak. Poppy stood up with her son in arms. The troll was up to her chest. She could take on the troll. She was about to make a move, but before she could the troll shoved her aside to Silvertalon. She grasp the baby hoping he wasn't hurt. She let out a sigh of relief when she knew her son was unharmed. She sat up and looked over at the troll, who was now sitting on her throne. The trolls hands slid over the the armrest.

The trolls cloak's hood was now pulled down revealing a young troll with pink skin, and yellow hair. Poppy recognized the troll, but where.  "Hmm... I could get use to this." The troll said.

Branch was following a river that flowed to the west. The sun was setting and the light was fading fast. He had hurriedly got out a light and continued west. He grumbled when his pants snagged on a stick. He was trying to get it off, but stopped when he heard noise. A low snarling came from a bush and more followed. He manged to get it off the stick, and eyes glowed from a distance. He shined the light brighter and just now noticed the figures that cornered him. 

"Your a long ways from home." A wolf snarled. It jumped closer to him. In return Branch backed up more. The survivalist saw an escape and started running. The wolfs followed, but most got lost and stopped pursuing him. One more wolf was on his tail.

Branch felt his energy drained so he stopped only to realized that one more was still around. The lunged out and his claws dig into Branch's leg. He let out a gasp as pain flowed up him. He grabbed something that was close to him. He grabbed a squishy stick and threw it at the wolf. There was a yelp of pain and he heard the thumping of paws as it ran away. He lifted himself up and saw the stick he threw slither away.

Branch suddenly felt light headed and blood gushed out of the wound in his leg. He laid back down and the blood around him felt warm and sticky. Darkness edged his vision and eyes became clouded....