Whitefish River flares like a supernova

@Ira or @Evergreen, perhaps?
P.s. thread is waiting to be moved to Hoshor Plains.  lol nvm

With the confirmation of Vercingetorix' murder, Praimfaya was livid. She seethed, appropriately furious, while Dacio observed her quiet rage with ears splayed back and his tail limp. He understood the bitterness and resentment she harboured for the unknown creatures who'd bested who she considered kru, though his difficulty lay with the uncertainty of his own feelings.

Verx had been his brother, once. He'd respected him wholly as Cheka, and remembered the dull ache left behind by his betrayal. That abandonment of Drageda remained at the forefront of Dacio's thoughts as he and the aspiring Wanheda took their leave of Roangeda to follow the river in search of Isilmë and Dragomir, the pups that robbed him of a comrade before their birth.

He did not resent Vercingetorix' children for the crumbling of his birth pack, for that decision had been made by their parents alone. He could embrace them as kru as he did with Eske's daughter, he was sure, for they were not to blame for the adults' mistakes. Dacio carried on alongside Praimfaya not with an anger that matched her own, but with a familiar weight in his chest and worry churning in his belly. 

Pastel gaze constantly searching and charcoal ears alert for danger, their trip was mostly without conversation. Dacio felt tension tighten his muscles when he detected the musk of an unfamiliar pack, and he studied the area in silence as they drew to a halt. Praimfaya's voice rose with a sense of urgency, an attempt to reach out to her friends, while Dacio hunted with a searching gaze for any suggestion that Blackhead might have followed them.