Dragoncrest Cliffs vwayaje

C'mon! he prodded with a halfhearted swipe of his foreleg toward her nose. He left his sorted piles alone then, rolling onto his side and reaching playfully for his sister's face. He knew she would not tell him even if he begged, but she agreed to some hints.

A scavenger hunt of sorts was just the thing to keep his mind off how readily Mireille was growing up, making friends, and getting to be involved in everything and how he still struggled to even speak to others. He committed her hints to memory, deciding he would go out tomorrow to search for whatever it was she had hidden. Maybe he could find a bit of gnarled bark or two to bring back and use for trinkets as well.

Ya be goin' soon, den? he guessed. Again came a wave of loneliness in his stomach. Ya be careful out dere, sè. It wasn't like he thought he could protect her at all — he was growing up to be pretty tall, but it was all offset by how timid he was outside his familiar little bubble. He did not think he could take on a caribou any more than she could. But he also did not believe her friends to be true ones, that treated her family in such a manner, and he did not trust them to keep her safe either.

Once she was gone, he would go to his hidden circle and entreat the loa to watch over her.