Dragoncrest Cliffs freaking booties speaking to the cuties so belligerent

*cackles*

the moment of reverie came to a close; val was pulled from his nostalgic musings and the world, sharp and heavy as ever, rose acutely to the forefront. his mother - all mothers - dead. his status in sapphique. the bear. every bad memory resurging to the forefront, but then shortly after, every good memory too.

he was clubbed in the hip, brought immediately from any fancy introspection. chacal, ever his sister, was also ever his leader and superior in many ways. he grunted, knowing better to respond in equal measure. all the same a cheekiness came to his features as he bowed down, aiming a feint nip at chacal's front limbs before his loss of balance took over.