Dragoncrest Cliffs in a still suburban town

Ask him? That certainly felt like an honor he had not earned yet, but he appreciated it all the same and thought on it deep with a hum.

I was told the sea is kinder in spring. Perhaps we can mix that with a hunt. A loose thought. A fishing day or...ah, maybe explore the tidepools. That was the logical offer.

Some humor danced upon the tip of his tongue. Or I could make tales of the sky to bore the pack to sleep under the stars.