Broken Antler Fen and, oh, that heart

When first he detected the scent of fox, Dacio felt the familiar spike of guard hairs along his dorsal. His lip curled briefly to reveal bared fangs in distaste, frustration gripping him at the possibility of these creatures robbing Roangeda of what little prey might still make their home in the fen.

He followed the trail, not at all surorisedsurprised to find that he was not the only one to pursue their most recent trespassers. Grey-green eyes swept over his sister and young ward as he moved in close to greet them both with a low growl of encouragement.

"How shall we do this?" Dacio asked in a hushed tone, lifting his speckled crown to look out across the clearing and see a trio frolic and yip together - just out of their reach.