Dragoncrest Cliffs Lost pearl

saltwind bore tousaint's scent inward, drawing sobeille's attention towards their windscoured borders.

he looked like shit. even his fur, which had always carried with it sheen of the ocean's scintillating beauty, seemed drab. the tousaint in front of her paled in comparison to the tousaint held in her mind's eye: neat, impeccably groomed, and erring on pretentious.

where was he when her maman had been taken away? sobeille approached with icewater in her veins, recalling the tension of their last encounter. studying him over, she made a point to let her eyes linger a little too long on the crimped flyaways in his fur.

finally, her voice broke over the tradewinds. where 'ave you been?