Dragoncrest Cliffs Rhondonite

Blissfully unaware of his mother's internal worry that his claim could shift over time, Dacio waited patiently for his desired information. His tail swayed contently between his dark hocks as he trailed along at the healer's side, gaze fixed to a speckled cheek. She told of how Dio had started serving the pack as Gona, the same title he would come to hold with ascension into the adult ranks. It was strange to think of his father as any less than the leader he'd always known him to be, but he took comfort and pride in knowing that he was following in his pawsteps.

"And then Dalia was born?" Dacio questioned, before adding: "was it hard, having three of us to take care of this year when you only had one before?" Because as far as he was aware, he had no other siblings.