Dragoncrest Cliffs Sons of mine

It was far too early for the young oungan. Sobo made this known with a grumble, throwing his arms over his head to try to block out Njord's voice. Too late; Loko was up and raring to go within seconds and forcing his brother to rise by chewing on his ears. Git! he chastised his sibling with a wide swing of one leg, earning a shit-eating grin from Loko as he dodged backward.

Once they were out in the chilly air, Loko wasted no time forging ahead, keeping within Njord's sight but with a self-important swagger that suggested he knew exactly where he was going and what he was doing. Sobo stuck closer to his father, resisting the urge to grumble at the cold nip of frost on his toes. He kept the complaints to himself, but his tail dragged low behind him and his ears were turned back.

Da, he said after realizing that some of his foul mood was not related to the early rise. Can I talk ta ya 'bout some'ting? He cast his voice low so Loko wouldn't hear and come zipping back. The last thing he needed was his brother ribbing him about this.