Dragoncrest Cliffs all is well

His tail waved as Thuringwethil neared him, milky blue eyes scouring her dark façade adoringly. Her question prompted his ears to twitch forward curiously. As he continued to grow and master the art of articulating himself, he’d come to know his mother’s native language just as fluently as he’d know her second.
 
She didn’t seem to understand or see what Artaax wanted to show her, though. Creamy brows furrowing, the boy turned and stomped his small feet against the dark silhouette that seemed to mimic his every move. “Wuh?” he asked, a concerned whine punctuating his short question.