The Sentinels Sometimes the answer lies in a memory.

Daybreak, and Dacio felt the ache in his bones as dawn roused him from slumber. Pastel eyes cracked open lazily and, with a groan, he pulled himself up into a seated posture. Forgetting the recently reopened wound of his elbow, he gritted his teeth and sucked in a breath to accompany the sharpness of pain that served as a sore reminder.

Tongue swept over the raw flesh without thought, instinctively eager to soothe the discomfort. The pain relief had worn off through the night and vigorous activity made him feel as though he'd aged a decade overnight. With a grumble, the young warrior's attention turned to his most recent companion who rested close by. Dacio looked at her quietly while she rested, a charcoal lobe turned backward as he considered the intimacy of their encounter. He didn't know how @Raleska would feel about his proximity, despite her earlier reception of him. She-wolves were complex creatures, Dacio knew, and so did not move to make attempt at further invading her space unless she sought his attention again.