Dragoncrest Cliffs all right

this man was familiar.

well, not familiar in the morphed vision of quennell, but familiar in his presence. perhaps the scent, perhaps the sound of his low growl.

the little brother would stare in wide eyed wonder at the man who blocked the sun. enamored with him entirely. although this feeling would exist forever, his attention did drift to the shell placed before him. an odd thing. ridged until the smoothness of most things he had felt so far.

with an almost hungry type of behavior, he tried to clamp his jaws around the side of it. slobbering as he brushed his tongue over the unfamiliar terrain of the sea son's gift.

quennell could only loudly babble with delight.