Broken Antler Fen like a black hole

She did not respond at once and Dacio, feeling himself trail ahead of the young Wanheda, paused to look over a peppered shoulder to investigate her quiet contemplation. He blinked at her, curious as to what he said that may have stalled her, though his concern was promptly cast aside when she announced that she held no aversion to the idea.

"Everyone can appreciate time alone," he rolled a shoulder as he allowed the necessary moments for Praimfaya to catch up, then carried on. He veered to one side to cock a hind limb and deposit a fresh stream of urine at the base of a scrawny sapling, carrying on the conversation as he did so: "and it's likely that not everyone would use it. I just think it's... good to have the opportunity, sha?" 

Hougeda had been the heartbeat of Drageda's territory. Without their communal densite, he doubted he'd have built such a close relationship with Silkie and Tux. The thought of them was enough to quieten him for a beat, as he wondered solemnly if they missed him as sorely as he missed them. "How are you handling all this change, Praimfaya? You've had a lot to process recently." Dacio asked, a little awkwardly. He knew she was comfortable talking about her mother, but his own reaction to losing a parent so suddenly had differed entirely from hers. Dacio's own experience had forced him to want to shut everyone out, to turn against the world. He remembered the anger and not knowing how to channel it. How was it that this kid could be such an adult, yet Dacio - an adult! - could sometimes be comparable to a child who didn't get his own way?

Surely, he thought, her version of a spoiled brat was in there somewhere, buried beneath layer upon layer of wanting to live up to her late mother's expectations