Barrow Fields Mama said, fulfill the prophecy

The darkened fur of Dacio's rugged shoulders stood on edge as his cool gaze continued to watch, locked to the snowy hide of Rusalka's pallid yearling as he ventured further from the coast's snake fit. His salmon pink tongue snaked from between his jaws to trace his lower lip almost hungrily, and charcoal ears slid back at the satisfying thought of spilling this youth's blood by his own fangs.

It would be so easy, he thought arrogantly, to sweep forward and seize this Rusalka dog and rob him of life right on their territory's doorstep. He refrained, however - to earn that first kill mark had been a desire since puphood, but his would not be one made in secret. No, Dacio felt himself destined for greater things, and he wished for his mark to be earned gloriously on the battlefield.

Exhaling a soft breath, the ashen Gona abandoned his watch and resumed his hunt for his wayward sister. Aningan, with all the caution of a baby deer, could roam the fields peacefully that day, though Dacio continued to dream of the day that he would have his vengeance.