Dragoncrest Cliffs If we jump together, at least we can swim.

He finally found her and and, when she turned to face him, the boy rotated a charcoal ear forward. Pastel eyes lingered on his sister's piebald features for a lingering moment, searching for the same sorrow he felt but finding only curiosity in her mismatched gaze for what he carried. Disappointed and concerned that he may have made a mistake in believing his littermates might need a shoulder to lean on that he so himself yearned for, Dacio lowered his stare and exhaled softly through flared nostrils.

"A feather," he rolled a peppered shoulder in a shrug, gently lowering his gift to settle it before his dark paws. Dacio was a child who loved collecting pretty things, just as Dalia had. He always kept the most heavily patterned feathers and enjoyed looking at them, so offering one to Sequoia brought a reluctance that he hadn't anticipated. Still, he hoped she would appreciate him thinking of her, 'cause sacraficing one was kind of a big deal for him. "I wanted you to have it," he offered, blinking toward her again with a sad little smile.