Dragoncrest Cliffs poured myself a plate of chocolate milk

If Ephraim really wanted to catch one, she wasn't going to stop him; it would require too much effort. Besides, watching his attempt proved rather entertaining. Her lips twitched into a grin as she watched him spring into the air only to come crashing back down rather gracelessly, bouncing off a nearby tree in a manner reminiscent of Dacio's bumbles.

Speaking of which, Bat's ears thrust upright at the sound of a small voice. She turned, mercurial eyes wide and bright in the darkness, and settled on a pale shape. Bat thought she knew her—this was one of Dacio's litter mates and Wildfire had taken the older Goufa by their den a small handful of times—but she couldn't quite recall her name.

Ephraim quickly tried to help by asking a question. Bat wondered if she'd be able to find the den without her mother's help. She wasn't sure, especially in the dark. But before she had the chance to chime in, a bat swoopie struck a tree branch overhead and careened earthward, landing on the ground dead center of the rough triangle the pups had formed, flopping about like a fish out of water.