Dragoncrest Cliffs he could hardly speak.

as he watches her eat it, his face suddenly scrunches in disgust; really, the whole thing? hair and cartilage and all? jadou was only used to regurgitated slop, in all fairness, having only recently begun to dabble in solid foods — but he was given the good stuff, all the big muscles and juicy, fatty bits.
the cache, she says again. bold of her to assume jadou knew where the hell that was. a brow raises in condemnation as he levels with her, tongue poking out and flicking over his nose in a serpentine fashion. but he is not about to admit defeat, lest he be called dummy yet again. he was not a dummy!
go'hed, he mocks in the face of her threat, bravely puffing out his chest and thumping his tail against the ground. see wut 'appen. i dareeeeeee you.