Dragoncrest Cliffs relaxing opposites attracting

he wanted to sit upright, but the dulled pain and the seaweed wrapped around his nub rendered the idea dead in the water.

and in a moment the notion of going anywhere was quickly replaced.

it was good he had not made it far in his endeavour to stand, for he flopped the few inches back down at once.

suzu dun be likin' you goin' after gulls, y'hear?

but quennell had already led the one she had loved to slaughter. another hot shame to burn with.

i t'ink dey be t'inkin' dey belong to de pack, hmm?

an accent amplified by grog, as he ripped a piece of whale into his mouth.