Dragoncrest Cliffs into the spectrelight

He'd been sprawled near the mouth of the den, content for the coolness of the rocky wall that he'd pressed his flank to, and had settled into position to watch the world outside. A light mist hung between the trees beyond the family's hollow, depositing a cool few on the vibrant wildflowers that sprouted from between the rocks. Dacio, having only recently roused from slumber, parted his jaws to yawn before resting his chin atop an outstretched feeling to observe the hazy scene before him.

The return of his father was anticipated, though the boy's reception of him was no less excited. As the golden Wocha strode into view, Dacio was quick to gather onto his over-sized paws and scramble out into the open. He tripped over himself in the eagerness to beat his sister's in what had become a daily race for the prize that Dio often carried and, with great urgency, the ashen youngster reared onto his hind limbs in a rude attempt to reach for the rabbits that dangled from his sire's jaws.

Snatching a limp foot between his growing milk teeth, Dacio pulled at it with a frustrated "rrrr!"