Dragoncrest Cliffs into the spectrelight

When Dio lifted his head, Dacio's jaws held fast to the rabbit limb that he'd successfully clamped in a vice grip. Briefly, he dangled from his father's catch, body sagged in a dead weight, but he completely underestimated the adult's strength. Once his rear paws found solid ground again, the golden Wocha released one of his kills and the ashen youngster was swift to hurry it away out of reach of watching sisters.

He felt Opalia's glower follow him, and he eyed her with caution as he dragged his prize across the ground toward a quieter place where he might be undisturbed. When at a more comfortable distance from his family, Dacio proceeded to pluck tufts of downy agouti fur from his meal, before tugging and nipping at exposed skin. Eventually, he managed to break through and he greedily licked at the fresh crimson blood that spilled forth. Content to ignore the boring adult conversation, the dark-pointed puppy helped himself to the rabbit that he intended to keep all for him.