Dragoncrest Cliffs Say it's here where our pieces fall in place

When the silver Gona picked up on fresh markers along the edge of Drageda's territory, he chose to follow the trail. Keen to kill two birds with one stone, he pressed his flanks firmly to each tree and rock he passed by, further supporting the pack's claim. Dacio wasn't even sure whose patrol he intended to catch up to, but the scent was distinctly male and he felt it safe to assume it belonged to one of Heda's companions.

Dacio had been so young when the war party took their leave that he barely remembered the wolves who'd gone. Both he and Ephraim had grown considerably since then, out of the awkward frames of babes and into physiques of handsome young adults. The coywolf was unrecognisable at first sight, but there was something in the unusual pattern of his coat that sparked a sense of familiarity as he drew nearer.

"Hei," he announced a gentle greeting with his approach from behind as not to surprise his comrade, and offered a friendly sway of his charcoal tail. "Mind if I join you?"