Dragoncrest Cliffs To recover his feet on the shining rails of his fate.

Eventually, the young Gona gathered to his paws. He peered out at the Wintry scene before him and hunched his shoulders to prepare for biting cold, but stalled at the clack of claws on stone at his rear. He blinked over a peppered shoulder to meet the familiar features of Blixen, to whom he dipped his ivory-tipped muzzle. "Commander," he greeted as she spoke his name and settled in alongside him.

He'd always looked up to Blixen and followed her without question in their former leader's absence. When Heda and her comrades departed for war, the duty of training the pack's cubs fell to her crimson replacement and as a result she'd become something of a mentor to them. She'd stuck around through all their misfortune: from the betrayal of her own mother and sister to the tragedy surrounding the death of her nomi, Blixen powered through the pain and set an example that Dacio hoped he could one day master

"If you're feeling up for it," a hint of a smile tugged the corner of his mouth as he followed the commander's amber gaze out into the blizzard, before he looked toward her once more with a suggestive arch to his brow that said, after you?