Dragoncrest Cliffs he could hardly speak.

all sobeille had to do was crane her head out of reach. it was an unusual feeling, being taller. sobeille decided she quite liked it.

go’hed, sobeille answered the boy’s pugilistic challenge between grit teeth. she was not afraid of maman, and if maman happened to chastise her for bullying the kids sobeille would sulkily point she was here first.

jadou’s milk teeth snapped at her fur, but eventually he plopped to the ground in a huff, a small cloud of pollen and forest dust haloing him. sobeille stepped forward, the ear tip dangling from her teeth teasingly.

i got it from de cache. she held it towards him. you want?