Dragoncrest Cliffs Come along with me

the cajun had followed without a second thought. the young lady had led them back along a vast expanse of beach and ocean. though he had started to tire of the cry of gulls and the constant beating of the waves against the sandy shore, the brute could not have said that he'd tired of the company. the young tree was something of a mature little scrap, he'd realized. though, buck wasn't the best judge of character in others, and he certainly wasn't the sharpest tool in the crayon box, he'd had a great time trekking beside the youthful gal.

once they had approached well-marked borders, the cajun furrowed his brow and cast a thoughtful frown to his broad muzzle. “dis is it, den, eh?” he inquired to the girl. “it ain't bad.” surely, it could have improved with a splash of bog and some tall trees, but he had seen far worse territories that had been claimed by his kind. to each their own, he guessed.

“we jus' wait den?”