Dragoncrest Cliffs little devils

as they wound down the cliffside, sobeille took care to match the pace of leonore's growing limbs.

i be teachin' you, girl sobeille growled playfully, swinging a paw at leonore's haunch before she paused abruptly at spring-grass growing between the cliffs.

smell dat? she motioned towards the faded scent, letting leonore's inquisitive mauve nose inspect the patch before she squatted. our scent 'as faded. no wonder de raiders came an' stole 'alf us away.

pop a squat, like dis. sobeille pantomimed and then scrapped the dirt with her hind paws. an' den do dis, send dat mud flyin' back so everyone be knowin' dis is girl's turf only. now -- tell me more about de birds you be seein'.