Dragoncrest Cliffs yo wè figi ou

Loko awoke with a grunt as his mobile sister’s paw caught him somewhere soft and sensitive. He blinked, unwittingly sharing a special milestone with Mireille. But then he sneezed, and the den-floor dust rose to smack him right in his newly opened eyeballs.

The pup recoiled with a strained grumble, flailing his way out of the puddle of sleepers as he took turns crawling and pawing at his cheeks in a effort to soothe his eyes. He found Mireille accidentally, and squashed his face into her, yet to behold the wonder of light and sight while he became acquainted with the gunky, stinging side of dirt.