Dragoncrest Cliffs Country roads, take me home.

She kissed his brow, to which he babbled contently. His tiny white-tipped tail wiggled excitedly at his chubby sterling rump, sweeping across the den floor as he maintained focus on Portia's affections. The caution that cam with his new eyes had dissipated in an instant, and Dacio allowed his mother to groom his downy fur without complaint.

No sense came from the piebald healer's mumbled words, which her son heard only as muffled tone. He simply gawked up at her, wide-eyed but visibly happy, and mustered an enthusiastic "arooo! in response.