Dragoncrest Cliffs All hail the poison berry!

it took great patience on sobeille’s part to make a bid for freedom. she did so while the adults left for their hunt, turning back midway to scamper off into the bushes.

adventure was on her mind as she fumbled around the greenveld. birds overhead squawked at her passing, eliciting a small giggle from the speck-sized urchin.

she stopped as she heard noise, one ear flopped and one at full attention. searching the area, she saw astera rolling in sawgrass, her pelt stained a deep merlot. oo? miette chirruped, breaking into an excited gallop as she made for astera‘s prone form.