Dragoncrest Cliffs poured myself a plate of chocolate milk

"Bat," Sequoia repeated instinctively, though she was much more likely to remember whatever color her silly brain associated with her newfound friend. When Bat mentioned Dacio, the color of lilac flickered into her vision, almost as if it was coming right out of Bat's mouth. Unbeknownst to Sequoia, this experience was nothing like what most other wolves were used to. She accepted it at face value and had yet to question it at all.

Bat led the way, and Sequoia was happy to follow. When she slowed, then stopped, Sequoia's interest was piqued. Bat was pointing at something, though all Sequoia could see was the sky. Hadn't everybody seen that before. Still, she didn't want to be rude, so she merely cocked her head to one side and waited for Bat to explain what she was talking about.