Balrog's paws sank slightly into the snow as he landed, the coldness seeping through but not dampening his excitement. He darted around, leaving tiny paw prints in his wake, utterly entranced by the way the snow crunched beneath him and sparkled under the moonlight.
Hearing his father's voice, Balrog looked up, his obsidian eyes sparkling with his curiosity and interest. The mention of the cliff's edge sent a thrill through him, a mix of nervousness and eagerness to prove his bravery. "Yes, I'm coming!" he called out, his little legs working quickly to catch up to his father.
As he approached the edge, the vastness of the view took his breath away. The world below seemed to stretch endlessly, the Col, the beach, and the entire Armada illuminated by the moon's glow. Balrog's heart swelled with pride, knowing that all of this belonged to their family. He was only just beginning to understand its greatness. He edged closer to his father, feeling the cold wind brush against his fur. "It is.. so big," he whispered, awestruck at the sight before him.
