Larksong Grotto Hear my words and bear witness to my vow.

He had envisioned somewhere to begin: a quiet place, secluded and sheltered, far enough away from Rusalka that they wouldn't even take notice of a group plotting to bring them to their knees. Dacio didn't know where he would find this land, but he trusted his gut - he'd simply know, he was sure, when he laid eyes upon it.

The grotto welcomed him with open arms that night, embracing him with a comforting darkness as he stepped between its lush foliage. He branched off wordlessly from @Opalia, ventured from her side to trail along the forest's edge and begin marking what would be their base. Along each tree trunk he slithered, leaving behind the musk of his furs, and at times he cocked a hind limb to deposit a stronger scent.

With an arched tail and tall ears, the young Drakru moved further inland in earch of any potential inhabitants to either drive out or recruit for his cause.