Dragoncrest Cliffs for all the sacred selfless days

not lyin', he vowed to cheri, smiling a bit. he took the limb gently from her and walked slowly but deliberately into the underbrush that surrounded the den. no one will know to look for it in here.

lafayette dropped the stick and dug at the soft, loamy ground, making a long, shallow score in the earth. he placed the stick there and then covered it up—then, for final flourish, plucked a few leaves from the bush and wedged them here and there along the burial ground.

he turned, poking charcoal-red muzzle out through the green to speak to cheri. it's safe hid, kouzen, he announced softly, then crawled gingerly out to the clearing once more.

the boy had noted her discomfort, though. you all right? he asked.