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

He wished the confidence that oozed from her could be contagious as he caught sight of the mischief in her grin, but Dacio's quiet reluctance remained. His response to her light tease came in the form of an amused huff through flared nostrils, and he tilted his raven chin upward to reveal a willingness to follow. 

Blixen took the lead, and the ashen youth sucked in a breath as he prepared himself for the bitter chill of Winter. It nipped at his paw pads as he stepped beyond the comfort of Hougeda and fell into stride at the russet wolfess' flank, pale eyes narrowed as the cold stung his features. He half expected their patrol to be a silent one, so lifts a charcoal lobe as his comrade pipes up in a question that takes him by surprise.

"Fine," he answered immediately, though it's a bare-faced lie. "And you?"