Dragoncrest Cliffs vwa sab

Svalinn had taken on the task of wrangling the four youngest Dahomey-Rivaini children to the shore at Mireille’s call, giving @Chacal a breather (perhaps a chance to piss in peace) before joining them. Cheri was the most reluctant to rise, though her lack of enthusiasm felt more like a boon to the old guard, and neither @Roux nor @Èlosie presented their father with more than he could handle. But as usual, it was Jean-Heron who proved the most troublesome to guide.

By the time they had all arrived, Jean-Heron had defiantly bitten Svalinn several times and left him intensely agitated. The sunhound was carrying the writhing chimera at this point and dropped him unceremoniously onto a pile of dead fish.

Happy to leave the boy to the watchful eyes of others, he turned to greet Val and Mireille briefly before choosing the fattest fish in proximity and trotting to a perch where he could be distant and yet remain watchful over those gathered. As he ate, he observed Cheri, feeling a swell of pride at her independence -- even as he left room for any of the girls to join him if they were so inclined.

Meanwhile, his brow twitched at the sight of Jean-Heron, who was... wait, what was that in his mou— JEAN! DROP THAT RIGHT NOW!