Dragoncrest Cliffs float on

there were other children in the pack.
mireille, having left off her play with loko, carried a stick of pale wood proudly in her jaws.
the sound of shouting alerted her ears. the girl chewed casually as she came along, boss recognizing boss.
"what do your name be?" she demanded in her mother's lilting tones, tail swishing at her hips.
the stick dropped to the ground but her attention now was elsewhere.