Dragoncrest Cliffs Come along with me

permission to skip rem was granted

it was hard to imagine that buck could have been capable of causing harm to anyone. he was fond of wrestling with his siblings and the other boys he'd grown up with. he enjoyed the feeling of asserting his power over another, but it was mostly out of fun. fighting gave him a good kick out of life. the cajun felt like it was a good way to express all those things he kept bottled up inside. mostly, the bearish creature didn't know how to properly let that stuff out. scrambling around in the dirt with his teeth snapping and his legs kicking seemed to be the best way that he'd discovered.

the reddish figure seemed as though she was willing to hear the coonass out on what he was capable of. as for what the youngster had told him about their home, well he felt right foolish because he didn't think that he'd asked too much. he did know that there were frogs there and she was claiming to be good at gigging them, so that sure felt like enough. trying to make a good picture of himself, buckshot straightened up and cast a daft expression at blixen, who seemed to be gazing on him with a piercing stare.

“well, ah am righ' good at scrappin' – you is lookin' at da bes' fightah in da sout',” he started, hoping that if he lead with his strengths, he could win some favors from the harsh-featured leader. “an this'n didn' say much 'bout ya'll. she's good company, doh... had tah get dat from somewheres, eh?” he inquired pleasantly, gesturing with his muzzle toward seqouia. then, the cajun fixed the red figure with a daft smile that stretched his features upward and caused his argent gaze to glimmer. that had to be a great sell, right? who could deny such a well-thought and well-phrased introduction.