Dragoncrest Cliffs Epiphany

Her sweet son greeted her, and she welcomed him alongside her with an affectionate growl. The scars that marked him now looked like deerpaths in the woods; the splitting of fur and skin reminded her of the paths left behind by animals in the wood. She hoped his fur would grow back, so he might not have to carry those scars for the rest of his life, unless he felt in any way proud of them. But in a time of grief, pride was a hard feeling to manage. 

"How be you feelin', my son?
Now de long battle is fought an' won?"