Dragoncrest Cliffs Every face along the boulevard is a dreamer just like you

Somewhere around midday, Ephraim located the tunnel at the back of Hougeda and stole away from the pack. He didn't know if he was supposed to go down here alone (someone had probably seen him anyway), but it was in his nature to wander in his solitary way, so he did. The darkness enveloped him and reminded him of his birth home, spurring him on until he emerged on the edge of the world, with the sea stretching in all directions. It wasn't the grotto and it wasn't Ankyra Sound, but little Ephraim's heart soared at the familiar sight anyway.

He stepped down onto the damp sand, exposed by the low tide, and glance along the walkway that led to some private cove along the cliffs that he couldn't see. He was content to remain right here for now, though, peering out at the waves as they lapped at the shore. His heart thumped heavily in his chest as his earliest memories played in his mind, and a faint smile pulled his lips upward as a gull wheeled overhead and screeched. "Home," the boy mumbled as he flopped down into the cool sand and dug his forepaws in.

It wasn't the place he was born but so long as Drageda had a stretch of coast like this that he could retreat to when most homesick, Ephraim could forget Ankyra Sound entirely and allow himself to be comfortable here, where he now belonged.