Dragoncrest Cliffs he could hardly speak.

i be tasty! jadou caws, grumbling as he watches her saunter away. he did not fully comprehend the reality of what he said, but that did not matter — sobeille had started a competition, and jadou was now determined to win.
the earlier test of his stamina now buried by seemingly boundless puppy energy, he begins to toddle after her, ducking around the thorny undergrowth and jumping up to get her attention. either he's a lot taller than he thinks he is, or she's a whole lot shorter than she looked before, because if he springs up with just the right amount of force, he can touch his nose to her chin.
with this newly discovered skill, he levels her with a new challenge: how well can she ignore her own instinct? he begins to nuzzle and bump against the corners of her mouth, tongue grossly lodged between her lips, hoping to stimulate the urge to regurgitate.
this way, he could have his treatie just the way he liked it.