Dragoncrest Cliffs Rhondonite

When he heard his mother call, he went to her at once. Keen not to keep her waiting and obedient as always, Dacio did not mind abandoning his hunt for a playmate. He was always glad for time spent with Portia, no matter the discomfort she roused in him throughout the encounter with the loner in the fields only the day before.

He figured she'd want to discuss it now that the proverbial storm had settled, so prepared himself for the awkwardness of the conversation as he loped in her direction. Dacio mustered a bright smile and slowed his pace, padding toward her with a contently swishing tail. He reached out and aimed an affectionate bump of his dark snout in the direction of his dam's cheek, greeting her with a gentle "hei."