Dragoncrest Cliffs vwa lanmè a

jadou, from the beginning, was the most average puppy one could expect.
he slides into the world a pale, messy blend of deep red shades, stretching out his stubby forelimbs in search of his maman, much in the same way every other child of his freshness does. he rolls around, lazy and lopsided, and from his mouth come the pathetic cries of finding one's voice for the very first time; help me! i'm cold! i'm hungry!
boys are all take and no give, and on first glance it must seem jadou is no different — he snuffles his way to a teat and latches with no other care or tribulation, no regard for the three other bodies at his side. no one truly knows if these are traits we are born with, or if they develop over spans of time; if separation from the norm is learned or baked into our brains. this is especially not so certain when you have only just been yanked earthside by the will of higher power. but what is certain is that, even as a newborn and typical as he may seem,
there is something distinctly other about this firstborn child.