Dragoncrest Cliffs If we jump together, at least we can swim.

Sometime in the near future, he would learn that to depart one's birth pack was normal for young wolves seeking to make a name for themselves. He would appreciate others' need to wish for a place of their own, that it made sense to disperse and settle elsewhere for whatever reason: to seek a mate or to make room for a new generation, perhaps. But in his young, it was difficult for Dacio to understand what could be more important to his elder sister than their family, who he was certain he'd never part from.

He frowned thoughtfully down at his paws when Sequoia suggested they consult their parents, not liking this idea at all. Dacio did his best not to mention Dalia around their mother, who had seemed to have felt the sterling yearling's departure hardest. The last thing he wanted was to upset Portia or give her false hope. "Maybe," he murmured, though doubted he would be the one to ask.

The wonder of what Dalia might be doing in the wilds was regular, and Dacio lifted his pale gaze once more to seek Sequoia's features. "I dunno," he said after some thought, and pricked a velvet ear. "Do you think she's missing us, too?"