Dragoncrest Cliffs where you gon run

sobeille sat sphynx-like in the dark loam, eyes trained to the small child that watched her intently.

there was a kinship there in that unbreaking focus. sobeille looked past, to the tottering tot that now lay siege to her toes while her sister waved a paw in the air.

shadess’s high bark rent the air like buckshot. sobeille’s ears pinned and she rose, scaling the bough in the manner of an affronted cat. and like the felid species, she draped herself over the log — tantalizingly out of reach, with one paw dangling to brush the head of the unruly pups below.