Dragoncrest Cliffs ask yourself

As expected, Opalia turned on him. With determination in her stride and the lash of her tail, the blonde youngster swung around and made a mock lunge in his direction. Dacio held his breath then, squeezing his eyes shut as he braced himself for impact by curling closer to himself, but the only wrath he faced was the shriek of her voice.

It was grating, and the ashen cub laced his charcoal ears back against his crown in attempt to dull the noise as he found himself blinking up at her in surprise. Opalia scampered around him then and, as he shook his head and tried to decipher why she'd so obnoxiously screamed in his face, her weight was upon his hindquarters.

He yipped, unfurling like a viper to twist among the grass and aim to grip the closest part of her between fierce milk teeth in retaliation. Dacio had submitted to his sister's for two long, he decided, despite always being the one to push their buttons.