Ocean's Breath Plateau Hell hath no fury like a pup scorned

Rolayne was young and fast and also a bit certain he could get away. Honestly Rodyn wasn't even sure if he could catch, but his years of hunting had helped.

Rolayne fought so hard, but Rodyn held fast. Finally the father let out a viscious growl that rumbled his chest and vibrated the boy. He couldn't speak past the fluff in his maw, but his displeasure would be known. Part of him hated it, because he disliked being a disciplinarian, but it needed done.

Rolayne was destroying caches, sometimes not finishing and making a glutton of himself. What if they needed tood and had none.