Dragoncrest Cliffs i am an anarchist; an antichrist; an asterisk

denali shrugged. "don't really remember their names," he mumbled, looking away. "really big woman, looks like heda. and her son, i think? a white wolf. they picked me up outside sleeping dragon."

he was bored already. not to be a dick, but not much outside of heda really stimulated him, much. and they still hadn't let him see her! it was a terribly dull existence in drageda.

"sorry again about the fox," denali added. "bye for now." he turned and wobbled away, looking to engage himself in something else. if he couldn't be with heda, he might as well just be alone.