Dawnlark Plains Fossil

Dag gnawed messily at the woman's scruff, careful not to let her feel his teeth. Mostly, he was just trying to slober on her as much as possible, because that's what he would've done if this were Lotte and not a perfect stranger, and he wanted desperately for her to be Lotte - just for a moment. So he slobbered, making no real effort to keep hold of her, especially when her teeth grazed his ankle.

The dark youth whipped himself to the side, so that their shoulders were pressed together, and then leaned all his weight against the other, a string of guffaws huffing past his lips as he tried to knock over his new friend.