Stavanger Bay He who leads a war for the love of his fellow men, will defeat his enemies.

@Dalia and @Velen plz kthanx

He and Opalia lingered nearby, maintaining a distance from the place their sister had come to call home. Dacio wasn't sure what kept them rooted there; reuniting with Dalia had reopened old wounds, and the bitterness was resurfaced, but couldnt shake the feeling that his purpose there might not be over.

His grudge against her for leaving was something he'd been unable to bury for so long and he struggled to be happy for her when his own world had crumbled around him. She was natrona, shed of her Drakru name, his real ties to her gone with it, yet his uncertainty remained.

When at last he made his decision to move on from the coast and assume the hunt for Sequoia, Dacio made his way toward Stormrift's claim to seek a private audience with his elder sibling. He intended it to be a final farewell; while she may have wished he and his littermate to join the pack she'd settled with, it could never be a home to him - not while his heart ached for Drageda's cliffs. But as he drew closer, the stench of something that was painfully familiar caused his guard hairs to stand on end and his tail to flag, and a low rumble swelled in his chest at the painful reminder of Rusalka.

They had forced Drageda to fall, and now claimed the bay?

The boy's temper flared and at once he sent forth an urgent request for Dalia, as sudden concern for her safety settled in his gut like stone. He didn't know what happened in the time he'd spent, but he did know that she could never be safe beneath the rule of his enemies.