Dragoncrest Cliffs In the cold light of day, we're a flame in the wind.

The birds lifted their beaks from foraging, eyeballing the wolf cub with suspicion as he loped across the sand toward them. Some scattered at once, darting out of reach, while the bolder animals waited until Dacio padded closer. He quickened his stride whenever he dared to reach out and swipe at one's tail, which caused them to flap their wings in surprise, sending a flurry of feathers floating downward through the air.

"Aha!" Dacio called out, triumphantly, easing his stride to halt and examine his prize. The feathers weren't nearly as detailed or intricate as those Dalia had gifted him or the ones he found in the woods from time to time, but they were different and would make good additions to his collection. Gathering the best ones between his teeth, the young Goufa trotted toward Helix with a proud glimmer in his pale irises: "I got 'em!"