Dragoncrest Cliffs yo wè figi ou

loko stole a good deal of thunder from what might have been mireille's proper debut. the pup blearily watched her brother roll to and fro, taking in the redfall hues of his coat but not quite separating them from the semi-dark of the den.
finally he came to her, and she rotated plump head upon fat neck to gum at the place between his ears. no sooner had she begun to explore than sobo came along.
mireille was caught beneath one indignant flipper. she struggled, attempting to place loko between them as her own scalded yowling began to fill their collective airspace.