Dragoncrest Cliffs red or black, yellow, red, black, white, dirty

In spite of the wild winds and fresh air, Sapphique began to feel crowded and stuffy to him. His own agemates grew, and while he had yet to experience any more torture from his sister since she had been found, he still kept himself apart from the others, exploring, hunting small things, and patrolling. 

He spent little time by the beach; the water was too cold to swim in, anyway. 

His mother was gone, as were a few others, and he found himself growing bored. Looking for some form of entertainment or company that wouldn't involve getting dirty, he found Valravn's scent and followed it toward the borders, where he knew the sacred earth held his Grandmothers in its cold embrace. He huffed as he moved to join Valravn, flopping listlessly at his side.