Dragoncrest Cliffs married to the game

He was angry and he was hurt, but it was easier to wear the former. The boy's brow furrowed above his narrowed eyes and, gritting his teeth to bite back the rumble that swelled in his chest with every word Verx spoke.

It was pointless to argue with him, the young Drakru was swift to realise, because his decision had clearly been made. Perhaps the dark Cheka shared it with the hope he might gain some sort of approval, maybe even some support from another to join him, but Dacio would offer neither.

Charcoal tail lashed in irritation at his rear, and he swept his gaze over his raven companion's many wounds. Natrona, he thought fiercely, bitterly, and found himself wondering if he would even survive uprooting himself. Accompanied only by a wolfess who should've been preparing the whelp? He naively believed no others would follow them, choosing instead to stand by Blixen's charge.

"Goodbye, Vercingetorix," was all he could find the strength to muster as he lifted his cool stare to seek that of a wolf he once considered kru. His gaze was sharp on him for a moment longer, judgemental, before he turned away and padded from the scene.