Dragoncrest Cliffs all right

quennell tried his hardest to mimic the sounds his brother spoke to him. anaaaaanaa! he would chirp at first. followed by various levels of a sound like waaa!

quennell would have been deeply interested if he understood better.

as it stood now, he was more interested in the tussling that had started to occur. a muzzle on top of him was not an unfamiliar situation, the rumbling a welcomed sound too. like thunder from the storm cloud brother above.

the newest sea son thought he was very strong. in truth, his action to push back was more like squirming. uncoordinated limbs attempting to push under his own body with very little success. rumbling puppy yaps offered back.

i'll get you!

there was no distress, only deep satisfaction with a strong foe as his company.