Dragoncrest Cliffs chante

hi mama <3

the salt-laden air in his lungs was like an elixir; he breathed it in as if he were starving for oxygen, tiny nostrils flared, little mouth slightly agape.

he looked up at his mother, muzzle turned to the sky, the whites of his eyes showing stark against his pelt.

he was darkening upon his face and extremities, though the rest of his pelt still burned deep and vivid red. just like maman. he would soon be proud of their resemblance;

for now, though, he marveled at the new atmosphere.

ahh, he remarked wordlessly, mouth splitting to reveal teeth slowly erupting in those infant jaws.