Wapun Meadow bloodgrand

Exasperation lanced through him. Valiant did not argue with him like this. More often, a sullen raincloud would shadow him until he next found rest — and that had always suited him. Chakliux's concern was not unfounded, of course, but the insistence was new. It was on the tip of his tongue: I do not need to be cared for. He was grown, and he had not relied on anyone else to keep more than his company since he had lived upon the spine.

He huffed.

"Then I won't deprive you the opportunity," he replied, his tone waspish but a smile curving his mouth. "Where will we find this meat and warmth?"