Dragoncrest Cliffs gambit

quennell did not understand the words that were said.

merely that somebody rumbled to him, the scent familiar as any other might be. he could only express emotions in very limited ways. so unfortunately, mireille's kind words would be met with baby sounds.

a cry that varied in octaves, limbs flailing to try and make work against the ground. he was frequently hungry and although it was rare he went unfed for very long, he still saw this as the greatest tragedy to mankind. so if anything of hers was in reach...well. he would suckle upon it.