Dragoncrest Cliffs And maybe just a little bit colder

this was one of his favorite places, too. had he known the significance of it, he would have held it in even more esteem. 

as it were, lafayette was watching the waves as well when the cream-brown wolf caught his attention nearby.

with a gentle whuff, he worked his way into a lope, tongue lolling as he stayed to the wet sand and let his speed shine, rather than miring himself in the heavier, thicker sand closer inland.

bonjou, he called out, smiling. who you?

it was a face he did not recognize—but there was a familiarity in his form, all the same.