Cerulean Cape Eternity is hidden in every moment.

A wolfess' voice drew him from his thoughts, though it did not belong to his golden sibling. Dacio blinked over a peppered shoulder, curious, and fixed the stranger with a firm stare.

She was a wisp of a thing, fine-boned and sharp, so unlike the warrior women of Drageda. Delicate she-wolves were mostly unfamiliar to him, though he was intrigued. Perhaps this shape was considered normal beyond Drageda's cliffs, beyond even the Rusalka coves. Her dark eyes were gentle though, a deep hue that reminded him fondly of Tirgatao's.

"Sha," the sterling youth agreed, testing the other yearling's knowledge of his natal pack by sharing a small sample of their language. "It is."