Dragoncrest Cliffs the red

Shadess dark sister drew near on the cliffside, colored in red-brown and black mask. Shadess had been such a vicious little babe to her family and even more haughty teenager. Those very early weeks were barely remembered now. All Shadess saw was sister. 

Dere are whispers on de wind. She tilts up her muzzle, sniffing the air and closing her eyes a moment as she embraces the salty winds. But sister, who is it? She tilts her head with wonder, bright eyes staring.