Dragoncrest Cliffs your mom's an anole.

metaphorical hands on hips, sobeille scoffed. did this man think he was funny?

dat's not clever. she announced in the haughty air of a child who had never once felt a backwards hand. why did men always think they were smart?

she noticed he was a little skinnier than last time she saw him, but apparently, not much worse for wear. she'd have to think of a challenge more formidable than seal. but what, really, was?

sobeille remembered the dark shape that nearly swallowed chani whole.

do you be plannin' on giving me dat, or no? sobeille's arms reached out expectantly, already devising when and how she would show sialuk her newest bone.