Heron Lake Plateau So excuse us while we sing to the sky

Cinder nodded slowly, tail swaying gently at his hind. "Yeah, Ty's my brother. I'm Cinder!" Or Cin, but he imagined if she wanted to shorten his name to something she'd just do it. Then the youngster peered toward the bone, eyeing it curiously before leaning closer to sniff at it. Oooo. The boy glanced up at the stranger once more and then carefully dragged the bone closer to himself with his muzzle, paws wrapping neatly over the top. Ha! Surely he had something that Tywyll did not, now, and he could show it off! To prove he wasn't a loser, of course. "Ceara," The Blackthorn tested the name upon his tongue, trying his best to commit it to memory.