Dragoncrest Cliffs freaking booties speaking to the cuties so belligerent

val cackled, for oysterbrain was a far more devastating insult, and he vowed to utilize its heavyhanded bravados some point in his future.

behind him chacal sneezed and trotted off with a stumble. by now val was nosing vigorously along the soft earth, occasionally scratching a score of claw marks in the damp dirt.

somewhere in the cache was the inviting musk of deer— val began to dig. a spate of dirt was flung behind him just as he heard chacal approach; pausing, he turned around with a feinted ooops. as if he had not just deliberately aimed at chacal’s person.