Dragoncrest Cliffs Every word you sing, you wrote them for me.

"What?" Wildfire blurted (trying not to laugh at the unexpected question), "no! That's Dacio. He's a Goufa too. Go on, go say 'hello.'" When she leaned down to nudge Bat, the puppy blinked a few times and stepped forward. She wasn't a particularly outgoing or precocious child, yet she wasn't shy either. And some things were worth a little bit of energy, like making a new friend.

"You so smol," Bat observed as she approached him, tail waving gently. "Hi, Dacio." The name came out sounding mostly correct. She glanced at Wildfire, who smiled and nodded approvingly. Turning back to the tinier Goufa, she added, "I'm Bat."