Dragoncrest Cliffs Don't know how to fade in and out.

He waited impatiently, straining to peek past the adults and spy his cousin across the clearing as she counted (whatever that meant) before he himself firmly to Wildfire's side, eager to keep himself hidden. Dacio heard the other cub begin her hunt, his own excitement brimming as his little tail swept the air and he beamed up at the russet she-wolf's smiling face.

"Teehee," he giggled quietly, burying his snout among the crimson of the Feisripa's flank in a poor effort to melt into her fur.