Dragoncrest Cliffs i could defeat you if it came to a physical confrontation.

The commander's appearance was not enough to slacken young Dacio, who found himself crouching lower beneath the heat of Artaax' mismatched gaze. Dark ears splaying backward against his head, the boy flicked his tongue anxiously over his upper lip and continued to look down at the sand with the hope that they'd both ignore his presence.

Only when Blixen regarded him by name did he blink up at her with wide eyes, and offered a sheepish little smile in response. She turned to the other yearling then, piping up in question, and Dacio's eyes followed her stare - something that he immediately regretted. The Feisripa continued to glower down at the sterling cub, who gulped back the whine that threatened to swell in his throat.

Unsure if he should slink away or apologise, Dacio ducked his tail submissively between his rear limbs and chose to await the leader's dismissal.