Ravenshook Cliffs kind of mood that you wish you could sell

grateful for dalia's intuition in the face of his sudden shyness, velen lolled his tongue mockingly. "is that so?" a brow arched; he crossed his forelegs with a huff. "that is so rude," the dredge whispered toward the sea, despite the clear fact he had been the one to begin all of their ridiculousness. 
gathering himself to his paws, the mayfair-cairn stretched with a low oof of satisfaction, then swept his ears to ponder dalia. ever-moving, as if the ocean writhed within his veins instead of blood, velen lashed his tail and snaked his muzzle closer to the girl. 
"last one down is a clam taint," velen stage whispered into one of her pretty ears, before whirling with a chortle to dash back the way he had come. of course, there was an unfair advantage in that he had already been standing, but whatever. fair was fair, and he was going to exploit his advantage wherever possible.