Dragoncrest Cliffs all hours we chilling and maxing the flow

val had a penchant for saying the wrong things, it seemed. much like meerkat, quennell’s expression changed just enough to show val he had said something undesirable, but what?

he moved into action almost immediately upon being prompted. from a general glance of quennell’s wounds, val guessed the easiest way to help him would be to physically pull him up somewhere by his scruff — but this was, in wolf speak, a rather demeaning move.

instead val positioned himself along the boy’s flank, offering his own body as a crutch. here.