Dragoncrest Cliffs talking trash to the garbage around you

loko returned home empty-handed, but no less in spirit. it had only been a few weeks, but to loko it felt a lifetime -- and everything, surprisingly, looked different from the vantage of a voyager.

he crowed his return with a series of soft yips, realizing he had missed each of his family members during his absence. he thought of each sibling with renewed fondness, he thought of his maman and mama with rising heartache. he thought of his halfsiblings and meerkat, wondering how different they would look than the last he had seen them.

abruptly loko swung down the worn path that lead to his mamans' den.