Dragoncrest Cliffs Corona

two noises fill the air, their voices braiding into one melody that was occasionally disonant. val inched closer, encouraged by chacal -- he set on the ground by her flank, looking at tiny jadou in silence.

the child's hums ended suddenly. his ears flicked forward in alarm, thinking the worst -- but he saw the way his breast rose, and his little nose moved perceptibly. whew, still breathing.

he would never get used to how quickly puppies tired - they would run around him in circles, but then fall on their face as if their batteries fell out.

it's a tough life being a puppy.