Dragoncrest Cliffs my tongue is sour from the hunger of missing you

Artaax watched intently as Turingwethil took in his catch. Her expression remained placid, and yet the boy could tell his mother was pleased. He nodded at her suggestion and reached to grab the heron again by its neck. Obediently, he followed her to the bed of green, pausing to allow her to settle in before setting the heron before her. He shifted down onto his haunches near her, watching eagerly to see if she would indulge.