Dragoncrest Cliffs all right

Manman says dat in de sea lives de lwa Agwé. He sees everyt’ing dat happens dere. Maybe it be his magic dat makes de water salty. What you be t’inkin’? Sobo knew Quennell would not respond, but he asked anyway, studying his brother for any indication of comprehension.

His brother seemed to grow disinterested in the shell. Sobo couldn’t blame him. They were interesting, but only for so long. Next time, maybe he would bring a real clam. It wouldn’t live long away from the water, but perhaps long enough to entertain his brother.

He chuckled throatily when Quennell reached his stomach. Dat tickles. Don’t t’ink I be lettin’ you by just because you be pokin’ and proddin’ like dat! He swung his muzzle around and lay his head down across his brother’s back, effectively pinning Quennell to the ground with a challenging rumble in his throat. Show me your strength, oui?