Dragoncrest Cliffs mond mwen an

Rosalyn remained patiently still as she rooted around, clearly parsing the scenes of the world outside. The borders, pequeñita. And the meadow, where the grasses and flowers would swallow you whole. Rosalyn growled playfully, a light rumble that barely resembled the description, and shifted left to right so the ground would 'tremble' beneath the pup perched on her breast.

Careful, the earth is a hungry one. She came in for a series of pecking kisses, breaking into a wide smile despite herself.