Dragoncrest Cliffs clip, pole, smoke, fade

oops. the stick from val’s jaws fell with a clatter as he repositioned himself alongside the collapsed puppy. he should have remembered they had all the tactile agility of sea cucumbers at this stage — much cuter, of course.

upon chani’s little face a stormcloud brewed; it suggested great affront was threatening to break over their quiet night. he glanced to the den, then back to his niece. who put that rock there that you tripped over? planting an affectionate lick atop her head, val settled with both paws around her. maybe we start with something that isn’t your size. a bug? hmmmm. if you weren’t supposed to be in bed, i’d show you where all the good bugs are had. he wasn’t sure how much of speech chani understood at this time, but he recognized babies often reacted positively to voices.