Dragoncrest Cliffs as the world caves in

Yura's expression darkened in mock annoyance to see a portion of her hard work disappear down Sobeille's greedy gullet. "She did look like an overweight polar bear," her humour was quick to return. "But I think you'd be more of a galumphing seal." Beneath the banter, her tail stirred with a mixture of excitement and dread.

Would miniature Sobeille's be cute or scary? Either way, the girl hoped her friend would keep her legs closed, at least until their current charges were a little more grown up. They already had their paws indescribably full.

"Grandma said that names carry power." While Sobeille continued to process the meat, Yura reached forward to take a squealing pup into her arms and began to clean its face with long swipes of her tongue. "That it is a great honour to be named after someone in the dancing lights. But I dunno. The thought of another anaa someday makes me a little sad." 

Death was a strange thing. It was a celebration as much as it was a loss. She let the thought ruminate as her lips twitched in disgust; this kid was a messy eater. "How close were you to these women?"