Dragoncrest Cliffs Tired, Hungry, Violent

a frog?! lafayette exclaimed, looking a bit alarmed. despite nearing his first year, he was still a superstitious boy at heart. i won't touch 'em, i promise.

he followed the black-and-white man dutifully, and when they reached the intended ground, he stretched his muzzle low to sniff at the greens.

tell me what all dese do, he remarked, cocking his head in curiosity. most of them were squat, stubby plants, barely peeking above the ground. they smelled very nice, anyway—but for phobos to be digging them up, they must also have specific, important purposes.