Dragoncrest Cliffs they want my soul, they want the wave

treaties, he repeated, with a contented sigh as he feasted upon the treasures chani had found. his little belly filled fast, and soon, he found himself ready to settle into a deep stupor back in the den.

his eyelids were beginning to droop, though he tried to fight it. after a bit more conversation, he was unable to stifle a yawn and shook himself, stretching.

i tired, big cousin, lafayette announced. he gave her a glowing smile. t'ank you for showing me de crabs an' treaties.

the boy shuffled back to his mother—not without a pep in his step.