Dragoncrest Cliffs Dark and dusty, painted on the sky.

The dark shadow moved and for the first time in his short life, the ashen Goufa was torn between his curiosity to investigate and the desire to be close to his provider. Uncertain, he whined softly to himself before daring to venture beyond the warmth of his siblings' sides.

With new determination, Dacio scooted across the den floor toward his newest visitor, who smelled a little like his own parents - of safety. When he finally arrived at the obsidian leader's large forepaws, the young Goufa wasted no time in exploring each toe and claw with his eager nose.