Dragoncrest Cliffs B-E-A-U-T-Y

tousaint pulled away with a gag. miette eyed him in puzzlement as he begun to trot away. where was his sense of adventure?

she turned back to the puppy, brow creasing again in a frown. the mystery of why he could not rise again troubled her. what was this burying business? ow come? do we bury ‘im to eat later? her nose twitched inquisitively. a myriad of exciting scents rose to her senses. some bid an instinct in her to rise, to seize the small form and shake it — but with maleah here she refrained.

a soul? her floppy ears pricked. does dis mean i ‘ave a soul? her eyes widened as she leaned in, voice hushed in conspiratory doubt. eben tousaint?