Dragoncrest Cliffs don't bend over in the garden, granny, you know them taters got eyes

At the lake's edge, Dacio dipped his muzzle to lap at its crisp surface. Pastel eyes closed over gently as he savoured the coolness, drinking deep to satisfy the thirst that led him there. Quenched, the boy lifted his head and flicked his salmon tongue toward his chin to catch any stray droplets, and blinked in the direction of his mother. @Portia rummaged nearby, having likely caught a whiff of some herb for her stores, and he smiled gently as her peridot gaze rose briefly to meet her own.

At four months of age, Dacio was fast outgrowing his sisters in height and quickly catching up to his dam. He still remained close to her much of the time, though was growing bolder when venturing out of sight. She didn't worry as she once did, as the pups were no longer easy prey for other predators, and as such Dacio's confidence was better able to blossom.

He quietly left the medic to her business and followed a familiar trail, where he picked up Tux' scent. Pace quickening, he jogged with the hope of catching up to his fellow Goufa and his tail swished happily when he spotted him. Another figure stood nearby and, shyly curious, Dacio's gaze lingered on the dark-pointed wolfess as he paused alongside his friend with a fond bump of his snout to a raven flank.