Dragoncrest Cliffs Will be the day, a smile marking his face

He remembered playing chase on the beach with his siblings, but never had a name ascribed to it. Hunting was obvious enough, and Ephraim was terrible at that game. He remembered the mouse escaping from him in the meadows just prior to encountering Grezig, and it was enough to make his lips tighten at the corners. No, maybe not that game. Tux would beat him and he wasn't a gracious loser.

So he asked, instead, "wha's tag?" If it sounded worse than hunting, he supposed he would have to suck it up, but if not, well... they had their game picked!