Dragoncrest Cliffs We’ll make the mainland by noon

Etienne was learning his families paw steps. His sister's gentle minced ones. Theo's large brutish ones. The way his mother seemed to dance and float all at once. He liked to listen to that. He liked the knowing of who was near, by feeling and sound alone.

Eti followed her gaze. The gulls wheeling and diving. The sight of even them leaving him uneasy. He wasn't sure if he would ever get over his genuine fear of birds even as a fully grown adult someday, but for now he was content to sit in the silence. His sister could lead the conversation if she so wished. Though truthfully, he was pleased just with her company and presence.

He lay a a paw along her back at her sigh, but didn't preen or press. Just a gentle showing of support to his one and only sister.