Dragoncrest Cliffs let there always be

He'd heard snippets of conversation among the adults. While talk of Hougeda during the days prior had held his attention for about three milliseconds, his interest piqued suddenly upon his father's return that afternoon to announce that it was time to go there. The newfound energy that surrounded his family was infectious so, with a spring in his step and a constant sway of his tail, the only son was all too eager to follow.

He mostly loped along at Dio's heels, though stray feathers and shiny pebbles were quick to steal his attention. Dacio always caught up, however, as he knew that his mother wouldn't let him stray too far behind. By the time they paused to regroup, the ashen Goufa had gathered a varied collection of bird feathers that he gripped firmly between his teeth and as he padded between @Portia's limbs in attempt to evade his litter-mates, he eyed the duo with quiet suspicion.

Sharing wasn't something he particularly enjoyed, and he feared one of the girls might cry out in outrage that he seemed so intent on keeping all his findings to himself. The patriarch addressed the pups collectively then and, lifting his blue-green gaze to linger on Dio's golden features, he responded with a muffled "yeah!"