Dragoncrest Cliffs The skills we all should know

He stopped his motion as someone came approached, taking a longing sip from the lake. Cecil had yet to meet this man, he rolled over slowly, and perked his head at the stranger. Feeling silly for making such a fool of himself. With an askew grin on his abashed maw Cecil stood from his spot in the grass. Sending a chuff to the stranger, and clearing his voice. "Good afternoon." The scent upon the golden coat signified his connection with the male.

"Ai laik Cecil." The ebony male tilted his head on a questioning manner, curious as to who this male might be. Cecil wasn't sure if everyone in the pack knew Trigdasleng, but he figured he'd know soon enough what was what. He had heard of a few pack members from Fleimkepa Eske, however he was lacking in the introduction department. Something he hoped to remedy.