Dragoncrest Cliffs all hours we chilling and maxing the flow

twice as much fat for him. okay, val could do that. he just had to avoid the water and pretend the ocean doesn’t exist.

easy, right?

once quennell was comfortably on the ground, val surveyed the den. he heard the rustling of someone outside - no doubt one of the revolving family members standing guard. don’t worry about it. val assured quennell, his voice barely a whisper. goodnight.

exiting the den, val didn’t go straight to the beach. instead he took old footpaths that he knew by heart, a trail that carried him deep into the sequoias where he made his den.