Dragoncrest Cliffs sèl lanmè

Suzu had a fine piece of driftwood that she was chewing on. It busied her mind to chew, and kept her distracted. In the cool of the den, she was safe. 

She could smell Mireille before she appeared at the den, and she thumped her tail against the ground, giving up on her stick so she could go greet her auntie. Her nose quivered; Mireille smelled extra…Salty, extra plant-y. So when she came in covered in kelp, the pup fell over in laughter. 

She rolled from side to side, pawing at the air. In between giggles she teased. ”Tanta-Meeeereille! You be all kelp-y!”