Dragoncrest Cliffs all hours we chilling and maxing the flow

HELL yeah! want me to make one??

val kept steadier then than he ever had in his life. quennell was nursed gingerly to the ground — a feat that val wished chacal might see, for she would never believe her clumsy and roughhousing brother could be so gentle.

he didn’t mind helping. if anything, it gave him purpose and a brief sense of belonging. he might be alienated from his family, but if he was here helping, maybe he could repair the frayed edges of his own doing.

quennell spoke of a whale along the beach. val’s stomach performed a hidden somersault. whale fat sounded delicious — but the beach.. i’m on it. what about your mate? he want anything? val gestured to the presumably sleeping shape in the corner.