Dragoncrest Cliffs negativity, we just dead it like d-con

he looked good with it, she decided, part of the ocean. "chacal, hmm?" she chuckled. "perhaps he means to be part of a harem, not de head of it."
part of her wondered how her sister would react if she knew, if she said. like val's confidence in njord, mireille had cultivated that with chacal.
the lake soon greeted them with its brilliant surface, and she started to pull the kelp away. not so smooth as her mother yet, she soon found her foreleg wound irritatingly, and struggled in self-deprecation.