Dragoncrest Cliffs he could hardly speak.

all meat is tasty, sobeille clapped back, hardly realizing she’d said the same thing to shardik several weeks before.

she strode past, wondering if jadou would follow. the scamper of his feet informed her he had; suddenly he was underfoot, leaping with such annoying insistence that sobeille’s muzzle wrinkled in a silent snarl.

jadou continued the barrage to her senses; twice sobeille pushed past, only to feel the cold press of his wet nose to her cheek. on the third touch something happened; her stomach dumped its contents through her mouth, ending up in a steaming and half-frothy pile at her feet.

sobeille recoiled, cutting the child a look that was equal parts revision and annoyance.