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

Oh. The kid was young but obviously motivated if he'd already achieved the Gona title, though it made Ephraim feel a pang of something unwelcome that he hadn't officially become Skayona until he was seven months old. Did that mean the rest of the Goufa that had remained in Drageda were all ranked already, too? He shouldn't feel jealous about it, it was only good for the pack that their youth were driven and capable, but Ephraim did, perhaps because they were all purebloods who were larger than him and all born here as well. He'd felt that earning his title would make them take him more seriously and realized now that that might not mean anything.

Congrats, he said with a smile, doing his best not to betray any of his inner thoughts in his voice. He broke from Dacio's side momentarily to brush his shoulder against a tree, leaving a tuft of fur behind. Satisfied, he returned and answered the younger wolf's question with a bright, Sha. Went with Heda for training. It was... he paused, then flicked an ear and said, hard. He didn't mention that he'd needed the extra training because he wasn't technically a Drageda-born wolf and had come to them without a clue about their lifestyle. He preferred to omit that particular detail, as if pretending he wasn't originally an outsider would make it true. A Drageda-born warrior might have had an easier time of the training he'd received in Trigeda, but... then again, it was in the middle of a war, so maybe he was selling himself short.