Dragoncrest Cliffs Don't know how to fade in and out.

With the spider squirming beneath his dark paw, Dacio dipped his muzzle to collect it. Jaws parted, the little Goufa fully intended to consume his prey simply because he could, but the arrival of two wolves - one familiar, the other a stranger - distracted him from the task he'd set for himself. 

He wriggled happily on the ground at the sight of Wildfire, and emitted an excited whine as he fought to contain his enthusiasm for her visit. The russet adult did not move in to greet him, however, instead pausing to engage with his own mother, but her smaller companion headed right for him. Dacio pulled himself upright, freeing the bug he'd caught, and it disappeared among the grass in a desperate bid for escape.

"Hi hi," the boy chirped in response, unphased by the other pup's demanding tone. He beamed up into her face, welcoming himself closer to shove his nose among the tufted brown fur of her throat to sniff deeply. "Dacio! You Bat?" Because she smelled a lot like her!