Lost Creek Hollow It doesn't compare

enelise approaches.

ingram's steps slow to greet his daughter, a soft snort of amused fondness pushing thru his nostrils as one of her too-big ears flops into her eye.

she, like her siblings, still growing into herself.

enelise. rumbles the dragonfang, in greeting and perhaps in soft warning: for she should not have ventured so far to find him on his own; unaware that she sought refuge from the chaos that had become their family den.

same as him.