Dragoncrest Cliffs you’re my crystal and clover

Swordfish gazed out at his mother from the warmth of the den. His heavy-lidded gaze was weighted with sleepiness. It seemed that his mom wanted him to go outside, which he was not certain that he wanted to do. The sun was creeping to the point that it would soon spill into the mouth of their home, right where his plump little belly was stretched out. The boy knew that it would be the key to a deep rest, the perfect nap.

A yawn parted his mouth, ending in a quiet little yip. A small pink tongue flashed, swiping over his muzzle. Swordfish turned his head to look at his sister and brother. He wondered if they would be compelled from the den and into the sun. Even if they were, he wasn’t sure that it would be enough to sway his mind.

Another yawn. Swordfish peered at his mom with the biggest of baby eyes.