Moonspear the night's watch

From his hollow on the mountainside did Dacio's call come, rising with those of his pack-mates in celebration of their juveniles having reached adulthood. He recalled no such announcement for he and Opalia back at Drageda, though he supposed their growth was acknowledged in simpler ways. They'd gone straight from Goufa to Gona, after all, skipping that uncertain stage of the kru to become full-fledged soldiers instead.

His voice lifted for Hydra's brood, for Vercingetorix' orphaned son and daughter, but more specifically for his @Praimfaya. From all the things he'd done in his life, she was his greatest accomplishment. The pride within him swelled, overflowed, and was clear in the volume of his howl that joined the others'.

While Dacio had never truly felt like Moonspear was a home to him, he was thankful to be a part of them - even temporarily. Without Hydra and her kin, his would surely have perished in Winter's cruel famine. They'd given all three of them new purpose and fresh hope, a place for Praimfaya to better shape and mould herself into the wolfess she was destined to become.