Dragoncrest Cliffs the sugary smell of springtime

Anyone is welcome! Looking to put this to a naturalist trade.

He had found himself by the lake that the territory held. A source of freshwater. Also a source of reflection in the night. A star-lit sky with a moon pregnant as a summer mother. It spoke to him, beckoned his attention to be turned to it.

So his thick neck craned to look up to the heavens. Almost expectant, as if something would be revealed to him with each distant shimmer in the sky.