Dragoncrest Cliffs adjassou-linguetor

her appearance was not a surprise; she was his shadow, and he hers. he gave her a gentle smile at her sound and touch and sighed at the question, removing his muzzle from the spill of freshwater to turn his seafoam gaze toward her own.

i dunno, lafayette admitted with a shrug. he gestured with his nose toward the tunnel. scared. but not. . .an' i. . .you know? 

words failed him; they often did, as he was still growing into his newfound adolescence: his big paws, his big speech. 

but luce would understand. she always did.