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To have a companion of his own age that actually wanted to engage with him without turning into a Tasmanian devil was refreshing, and Dacio emitted a soft whine when Bat's mother suggested that the play date needed to end. Disappointment glimmered in his baby blue irises as he poured up at Wildfire, entirely unprepared to bid Bat goodbye so soon.

The adults had spoken, however, and Wildfire bumped little Dacio in the direction of ththe shelling burrow. His big sister moved in to scoop him against her slender forelimb, where he pressed his weight and contemplated bawling in objection.

He swallowed his tears, calling "byyyee," in a small, sad voice before settling to watch his newest friend's departure.