Dragoncrest Cliffs Sons of mine

Going to lightly PP Loko if that’s ok!

As summer came to a close, so did the childhood of Sapphique’s brood. Nearly five months old, the quadruplets looked more like miniature adults than puppies any longer. The boys, especially, had shot up like weeds. With the rising risks to the South, Njord thought it wise to sew the seeds of practical life skills – he knew, firsthand, how important it was to defend yourself. Something he learned too late in life.

“@Loko, @Sobo,” he whispered to the redtailed boys. “Rise an’ shine… yer comin’ on patrol with yer Da this mornin’.” Dawn had barely broke and there was silver frost on the ground. "Better ta get movin' quickly, less yer toes fall off," he added with a cheshire grin.