Broken Antler Fen Flawless.

Fading this one.  :)

It seemed Praimfaya was learning quickly: that the sea witch was capable of honesty, yet cunning enough to spit lies in the next breath. Dacio was certain that, if Vercingetorix was truly dead, it would be the doing of no one but Rusalka dogs.

"Then we will," he said with the hint of a smile, hopeful to bolster her hope. Dacio didn't particularly like the idea of venturing too far beyond their claim to go asking questions on some strange pack's outskirts, especially with Winter fast approaching. He would do it for his Worlida, however - anything for her.

He dipped his speckled muzzle to the aspiring commander then, eager to be on his way so that he could return swiftly with the answers they needed in order to decide their next move.