Dragoncrest Cliffs Dezagreyab

Etienne moved from his mother's side. The moon was out, and so were the stars and he couldn't wait to look up at them. It was a clear night for moon gazing. He made sure to nudge her with his nose, and lick her face.

He trotted on too large paws, overly large head a bit heavy for his shoulders, but he made it. Ears were still floppy, but only just. He could hear now, and it was with this new adventure he stepped out and the song of the night began.

Head turned this way and that. All sorts of new sounds. He lifted his head and then his gaze to the sky, eyes upwards. He wished he could ask mother about the shining lights in the sky, but he didn't as of yet have the words.

He whined one, but then he tried to imitate some of the sounds of the night, while he watched the sky.