Dragoncrest Cliffs father and child

Ahead, lulled by the riverside’s music, Mireille lay. Cherub’s Wing hated to disturb her, but before she could back away, the vigilant auburn seawolf noticed her. Sheepishly, the girl shuffled forward, bowing her muzzle in apology for the disturbance.

I’m doing much better, thank you, Mireille. Her tail wagged a little. I was able to keep my food down this morning… and I know I should be resting still, but it was too much lazing for me. She lowered herself onto her belly and inched forward, sniffing towards the obsidian’s chin. How are you? She didn’t want to say that the leader looked tired, but gosh – she looked positively beat.