DameRuggles

Dame Ruggles knows how to put an outfit together. And she should, she spends most of her time in front of the mirror modeling the new 'prestigious' apparel she created. She made it her mission to add some sophistication and style to the 'crude simpletons' of the clan. After all, they looked up to her, she told her mate. 'I am the wife of the great and loved Sir Quigley, I must set an example for the whole of the clan.' She did not hide her disdain for Seraphina's choice of clothing and believed she had to make up for the failings of the Matriarch. In the privacy of her own nest, she often complained, to Sir Quigley, who thanked his lucky stars for his hearing loss. It wasn't so much that she tried to hide her deep Snapper voice by talking in falsetto, rather it was the incessant chattering. 'Seraphina walks around like a...a...a..Plague dweller! She has no jewelry, no hat, and why must she wear that rag on her head?' Despite that annoying failing, he loved her dearly. She had so many good qualities, and she nurtured and loved his daughter Vexi as if she were her own. He believed Vexi loved the things The Dame set out for her to wear. He was unaware that often, after Vexi left the nest, her familiar could be seen with the latest styles hanging on his antlers while Vexi fluttered naked and joyfully around the Wilds like a 'crude simpleton.'