Willow stretched after a good sleep, scraping her front claws in the dirt. She yawned, a small puff of fire spitting out. Looking around her home, she found herself alone. Her stomach rumbling reminded her that her last guest 'had to leave' rather quickly. "She was my favorite for a reason, always save the best for last." Willow thought to herself. Her belly's continued grumbles nagged her "I need to invite a few guests over for dinner." she mused.