Dragoncrest Cliffs it's the moments we relive

they grew impressively each day. val could not lie to himself; he looked for himself and his mother in them. which puppy would inherit raleska's fierceness? which puppy would inherit her stormy features, or his (he hoped) disposition? and which of them would be most like mireille, beautiful and full of such assurance that it buoyed him?

one such cub burst forth today, roused and ready. yes chantale, let's go out. but don't wake your siblings. val winked in a conspiratory manner, padding just out the den before he stopped and motioned to the rimless sky above. a band of swans was passing over, their fluffy forms like rounded clouds. do you see the birds up there? we are going to chase them.