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

Helix closed the distance between them responded with some enthusiasm, encouraging him to collect more feathers by nudging them in his direction. Young Dacio, with his tail swishing happily at his charcoal hocks, lowers his raven muzzle toward the sand to gather them between his teeth before blinking up to seek the adult's features with a warm smile tugging the corners of his maw upward.

He was eager to add them to his collection back at Hougeda, but didn't wish to be rude. So thanked her kindly for sharing her time with him, excusing himself and loping toward the cliffs with a new spring in his stride.