Dragoncrest Cliffs all hours we chilling and maxing the flow

val made his way to the roja den by nightfall. he hadn’t had much luck hunting anything of significance, but he had one small trinket from glintwater: a young catfish he’d managed to extract from the frozen bank.

he hoped he’d avoid meerkat — or was he he hoped he saw her? he vacillated between wanting to make things better and burying them in the sand. more importantly, he wanted to become part of his family again.

ducking his head as he got close, val chuffed between a mouthful of fish. if @quennell or @swordfish were awake, they’d likely hear him if meerkat didn’t get to him first.