Dragoncrest Cliffs Choose drugs AND hugs.

Later then. His smile remained, and he seemed to be done with the conversation - for now. The wag returned to his tail, and his tired eyes shut momentarily.

He inhaled, tired and dazed. Phobos knew he was in no state to continue arguing. Maybe a nap, or a dinner would be good. Rabbits are still around this time of year, right? Do you think there's any in cache?

His mind now shifted to a new focus. No longer was he thinking about the lowlands.