Dragoncrest Cliffs you'll find me instead of the sun

when he's roused from deep slumber — positioned on his back, legs spread-eagle with drool dribbling down his cheek; very attractive clearly — and told to gather anything he wants to bring with him he's confused at first. slowed by the stubborn vestiges of slumber that remain even as he opens his eyes and smacks his lips together, using his paw to try to rub the drool off of the fur of his cheek to no actual avail (which matches the rest of him as the wispy fur at his nape and guard hairs along his spine are mussed and sticking up in some places), it sinks in that they won't be returning to the log that's been their home since their deliverance into the world and while silkie is cool with change — he's not picky; he's fairly sure he could sleep anywhere — it sends him into a moment of panic. he's not much of a collector but he has his favorite chew toys that he does not fancy parting with. after agonizing over what he wants to take — stuck between a worried bone depleted of it's marrow and the chewed driftwood he eventually decides driftwood last second and snatches it up, trailing dutifully after the group, content to bring up the rear. the truth is, he's excited. he likes adventures and he's glad for the chance to stretch his legs and take in all the sights on their little journey.

it's not long before they're joined by étoille and another boy. a new boy; one that silkie does not recognize but studies with unbridled interest as the stranger's eyes linger upon him. the piece of driftwood slips from his grasp and falls to the ground at his paws taking him by surprise as he, with paws too big for him, trips over it. silkie makes a noise and quickly grabs it, an ear splaying back as he tries to play it off hoping that no one saw it and if they did that they wouldn't draw attention to it.