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"Dagur." The name was smooth upon his tongue despite the roughness of the one that wore it. "Lead the way!" He pulled away with a bounding step, an invitation for Dagur to depart when he was ready.

Life on the road did not suit Goldeneye, nor did loneliness treat him well, and like a little lost duckling he had found a quick attachment to the boy. Cold turned to warmth as the glacier fell away behind them, and soon enough the pair would hunt before their eventually arrival at Dragonspine's borders.