Dragoncrest Cliffs they want my soul, they want the wave

his cognition was catching up, but wasn't quite all there yet. he caught most of the words, though, and he gave chani a shy smile, burnished tail shaking behind him in pleasure. 'cousin' wasn't a concept he grasped yet, but the way she spoke meant family.

and then she asked a question.

he stared at the thing with brows knitted tight together, lips pursing to the side. non, he said firmly. this was a far cry from the sweetly-scented slurry he'd begun to eat upon weaning off milk; this creature was hard, and fierce, and. . .moved.

lafayette drew closer, nostrils flaring as he sought to investigate. step by step—and stopped suddenly short with a loud shriek as one set of pincers clutched his muzzle and held on tight.