Dragoncrest Cliffs turned to the max, can’t forget maxine

val retracted as miette flared with anger. frustration bled out in her small voice, which aimed for his heart in the manner of an arrow.

but that look — he saw mireille in it, and smiled softly to himself.

idly, perhaps to diffuse the mounting tension he felt building between them, val began to trace little figures in the sand. sobeille, he started, meeting her gaze for a moment before inviting her to join him in drawing patterns across the beach’s face. maleah was right — they are our allies. but you are right too, in your own way. he drew a lopsided circle, then dashed it. it is wrong to trespass — you should never do it; but if we struck our allies, we would lose that friendship, and as our closest neighbors it benefits us that they are not hostile towards us.

the scribbles took on shape one by one. besides, i am sure he went back to the rise and got the scolding of his lifetime. val stepped back and peered at the crude drawing in the ground; the rough cut shapes of two wolves with four small puppies in tow.