Dragoncrest Cliffs Of moon, of sea

Sobeille agreed to allow him to come along, his eyes flat at they took note of yet another hardened stare from her. Ajei, attention on him, went blissfully unaware. It wouldn't be like Arrluk to speak up about it, however. He had no intention of ruining Ajei's visit with her friend nor wedge a rift between them by complaining otherwise. Besides, how often would he ever have to see her, anyway? He and Ajei see each other, well, basically every day. She had always been a constant in his life, like his parents and up until recently, Ajei's mother too. 

While the seafaring woman took the lead, Arrluk took up the rear. He felt a littlr unsettled, going through the long, dark underground tunnel and a wave of relief washed over him as the light at the end became larger, brighter and eventually opened up to a cove. Arrluk smiles deeply, his tail waving. A beautiful place indeed. It brought his thoughts to the Stavenger Bay, a once residence of his sister, like many of the lands around home that at some point a moon tribe had settled. He wondered one day, if and where he might settle should his one day (likely suggested by his mother @Kukutux) bride want to form her own as well.