Dragoncrest Cliffs like icarus before me, these wings are not my own

Dacio. It was a name like what her mother had given her - the kind that sounded pretty, but didn't seem to mean anything. Or perhaps it did, in another language. Blackbear remembered knowing what Ishara meant at one point, but the knowledge was lost in her tumultuous youth. She hardly thought about it, these days.

"I am hoping to join a pack," she confirmed, answering the unspoken question. "I've met a few wolves from Drageda, before. Is Thuringwethil still leading this pack?" Blackbear hoped so simply because she was familiar, and because once upon a time, she had met Thuringwethil with her father, and had felt small and insignificant between the two leaders.