Barrow Fields love 'em and leave 'em

Sequoia was prompt to move in toward Portia's opposite side, and young Dacio felt some relief at her proximity. While he failed to understand their mother's fury, he trusted her judgement completely - and most importantly, the piebald Goufa was safe at her flank. Grey-green eyes settled on the retreating form of the blonde stranger, watching quietly as he backed away and grumbled about the rudeness of this interruption, to which Dacio pricked a charcoal lobe.

Portia swept forward at this bold accusation, and the ashen boy found himself holding his breath as she cracked her teeth in the rogue's direction. She encouraged him to leave, spitting a warning toward him, and Dacio hoped that this altercation wouldn't turn violent. You'll be Gona soon, he willed himself to think of his recent accomplishment, and attempted swallowed his anxiety with the upward sweep of his dark tail. You are Drakru. You got this.

And faced with the very real possibility that his family could be harmed, Dacio stepped outwith his comfort zone to twitch his lip in a flash of fangs that supported his mother's anger.