Dragoncrest Cliffs Radio reminds me of my home far away.

Think this is a good place to fade.  :)

He basked there, glad for the warmth and the comfort that his father provided, and let himself relax. Dacio closed his eyes as the golden Wocha nosed along the length of his peppered dorsal, soaking up the attention that began to pull him into unwilling slumber.

The boy tried to fight to stay awake, but sleep was quick to sweep him away and he snuggled close, paws and tail twitching happily.