Dragoncrest Cliffs You Silly Git

Laughter from tunnel leading to the sea made Sobo prick up his ears and pause at the entrance. The sea breeze groaned inside the limestone cavern, carrying the scent of brine to his nostrils. Sobo hesitated only a moment before ducking into the dark and padding down the smooth corridor to the beach below.

The setting sun warmed the sand into glittering shards of topaz and ruby. The golden highlights of Chacal's fur practically glowed. When Sobo's paws met sand, he stooped to place the fresh new sprigs of mint he was carrying down beside a rock where they might be safe, then made for his sister. It had been some time since he'd spoken to her. A little part of him worried that she would chastise him for his distance from the pack and for his feelings toward Njord and Meerkat, but it wasn't enough of a concern for him to avoid her, too.

You sure be happy 'bout somet'ing, he observed, sliding his forepaws forward in the sand until they were buried and his belly touched the ground.