Dragoncrest Cliffs With no more words to fill these borders

The second of Drageda's children that reminded Ephraim of his siblings was a strange specimen. Ephraim laid in the shadow of a rock formation propped against the cavern's wall, inconspicuously watching her, as he had for the past little while. When she slept she did so upside down and she seemed about as motivated as he was to do things. He was more active than he had been for a while, switching positions and moving about the cavern as if a storm was right on his heels, whereas @Bat's general vibe from what he'd witnessed was very relaxed. He remembered what that felt like, but it was a vague memory from a time before bears and storms.

He found his feet at some point and slunk along the cavern's edge, close to the wall like a furtive little shade, and found a sizable clump of moss in the sunniest part of Hougeda. This he gently lifted into his jaws and carried toward the cavern's center. Hoping to catch the attention of Bat or even one of her siblings, the little coywolf sat back on his haunches, flung his head up and sent the moss ball flying into the air.