Dragoncrest Cliffs where you gon run

sobeille entertained the unthinkable.

here’s a thought: what happens to a puddle of puppies if a heavy branch is dropped upon them?

but her maman was right there. sobeille’s gaze flickered. no way to be subtle about a fifty foot air drop.

a hot blast of puppy breath singed her nostrils, fluttering past her with the perfume of milk and internal organs. sobeille’s head snapped back with a hiss. rude!

another noise comes from somewhere in the crook of mireille’s body; a growl.

sobeille’s ears stood at attention with an affronted gasp. rude, again. she hisspered to the secret growler. i was here first. she informed the tiny lump, turning back to the mouth breather with a scoff and cross of her paws. i like dis one better.