Dragoncrest Cliffs Jwèt Limyè Solèy

Etienne giggled as the wing wind tussled his fur. He smacked a paw into the ground and gave a soft yip. Trying to make noise, the sound of thank you. But it would not fall from his maw. The voice box within his throat still not fully developed enough to speak.

He wiggled his body and continued to lay there. The shadows dancing and he would be lulled to sleep, a smile on his face. He would need to remember to put a crab leg out for this feathered creature.