Dragoncrest Cliffs Rhondonite

She gushed, beaming with pride for his new title, and Dacio felt his cheeks flush with heat beneath the platinum of his fur. With all the drama of the day prior, the last thing he expected was for Portia to want to talk about him! Grey-green eyes shifted to glance down awkwardly at his dark paws, unsure how to react to such gleaming praise, before he blinked up at his mother with a sheepish grin. "Thanks, Mom," he paused. His time as Goufa was not yet over, he knew, though there was some natural concern within him at the thought of rising into the adult ranks.

Glad when she moved onto the suggestion of a walk, he nodded gently and moved to follow at her pace. "Does it hurt?" Dacio asked of her stiffened limb, wondering if her venture beyond the territory had worsened the pain; "I'm good. Just... a little worried, about you."