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

He maintained his composure at a light and bouncy lope, prepared to hasten his pace if his brother managed to overtake him. Only when he neared the vantage point did he turn to glance over his shoulder, to see the ungainly gait of Valravn, who tagged along with an out-of-breath Thibault. Smugly, he pranced in a circle, touting his victory with a lift of his chin and a wave of his wispy tail. If he had heard the comment about being pinned to the ground, he might have flung himself from the cliffs to avoid such torment. 

He flinched as Val reached for him- not anticipating pain, but dreading the inevitable mess the man was going to make of his fur with just one lick. He grimaced and smoothed a paw over his own forehead to straighten the cowlick created in his gossamer fur. 

"De sea do smell like rotten eggs," He commented frankly with a light snort. He registered what Val had said and eyed him quizzically. "What you mean she found you? You not be knowin' 'ow babies be born?" He asked with a teasing grin.