Dragoncrest Cliffs clip, pole, smoke, fade

val had eaten enough in the world that bugs were not often on his menu. their meat was small, and scarcely worth the expenditure effort -- but for a puppy, it was a valuable learning tool.

he pretended to root alongside chani, flinching as she shrieked and flung something hard and leggy his way. at first val mistook it for some creature of the deep and recoiled -- but his gaze adjusted to the slender limbs and rounded carapace, and he laughed. those are ones that don't taste good. he warned chani with a flick of his paw towards the cricket, motioning to the defensive sack of fluid which it housed in its mouth. val had learned at her age such liquid was highly corrosive and unpleasant, especially when it landed upon your tongue.