Dragoncrest Cliffs you are now tuned into the tomb of jehovah

while jadou explored the tufts of the big one's paw, lafayette studied his face. verdant eyes that matched some of the sights filtering into the den. dark fur like the shadows around them.

bonjou— lafayette crudely mouthed the words, silent, unable to form them yet.

his small face split in a gummy smile and he rolled onto his back, legs splayed and twitching like a dead bug. he looked upside down at the adult, tiny brow furrowed as he contemplated this new being.

very much like mother—but so different, too.