Dragoncrest Cliffs blueish-purple

cameo post!

Dunk. Swish. Plop!

There. He's clean.

After essentially hanging his son out to dry, Svalinn sauntered away to get some peace and quiet allow his child some independence. Still, the goldcloak loomed within earshot.

He looked up briefly at Jean-Heron's "battle cry," reclining again once he'd determined that the chosen targets were not a threat. As he lie down and closed his eyes, he sent a silent prayer for someone else to come take the boy off his paws for a little while.