Dragoncrest Cliffs Bluebells

Jean-Heron was not a fan of being airlifted!

He squirmed and fixed himself in awkward poses as The Claw deposited him out into the open air, nestling him into the sun-dappled spring grasses. He seemed to wobble somewhat indignantly on splayed paws for a moment, until he began focusing on the onslaught of things that were new to his tender senses.

His eyesight was new - brand new, as a matter of fact - and larger shapes in his blurred vision interested him the most. Head angling towards the shy shadow [Saint] looming nearby, he began to trundle determinedly towards it.