Dragoncrest Cliffs blueish-purple

aw - maybe @Sobeille?

Jean-Heron still needed daily saltwater baths. The lingering sting was much less these days, although thin lines of abstract bruises were still visible beneath his sheer puppy fur.

The boy's rambunctiousness had spirited away during the most severe part of his recovery, as to be expected, but this was quickly returning. His memory of the incident itself seemed incredibly short-lived.

It was father's turn to bathe him, who did so ungently, before leaving him on the summerwarmed beach to dry.

Jean rolled giddily in the sand -- it did not hurt much at all this time! And once he'd given himself a nice coating, he started to prance along the beach trail, eyes alert for something to snatch up in his mouth. When a flock of seabirds appeared ahead, he charged at them with a mighty battle cry, sending the poor birds into a frenzied flight.