Dragoncrest Cliffs Meet in the middle

A softness then lit up his golden eyes. He pressed his cheek into his mothers paw. A happiness bittersweet and longong. But it was only him to blame.

He could never bring Anselm to the sea. He would fight against his mother his sister and he would not allow the mountain boy to hurt them. Anselm didn't know his culture didn't realize the strength of mothers and daughters.

He curled into hher chest. Tightly closing his eyes as he would have as a pup. He was too big now for her to encompass all of him, but he didn't care. He would always be a mama's boy.

i be tryin' o' but it be 'ard. I don't like to see de pain an' i can feel it manman and it is awful.