Dragoncrest Cliffs you'll find me instead of the sun

Here by invite~

Some food in his belly and a good night's rest did Ephraim well. The anxiety of the day before had melted away, leaving a bundle of nerves who was truly no worse for wear. Cuts and bruises adorned his narrow body from his wild flight through copses and forests, but he didn't sustain any lasting injuries. He jumped at loud noises and his huge wears were constantly swiveling, but there were signs that Ephraim was going to be all right. He remained close by his guardian throughout the night and rose only when a great commotion began.

He was shephered along with the others, led by Étoille's gentle guidance. As he plodded along with the others, his eyes skimmed over the forms of his new peers: a solid brown up scampering by the dark leader's heels, two darker pups with pale markings (one looked about as enthusiastic as Ephraim felt about going for a walk), and a light-haired one that resembled his new protector a great deal. Ephraim's eyes lingered on Silkie the longest, flicking occasionally between the adults and Étoille. He carried nothing with him, having nothing but his hide to his name.