Dragoncrest Cliffs Swept out of sight, rolling up on an ocean.

Mostly protected from the rain by the dense foliage overhead, Dacio is only dampened across his crown and dorsal in comparison to Ephraim's sodden pelage. The downpour doesn't bother him at all - in fact, the coolness of rainwater is a welcome escape from the uncomfortable heat of the Summer sun. Fascinated by the glimmering trail that led him to the shelled form of the slimy bug that created it, the ashen Goufa's tail swings to life as he moved in to better investigate.

Another cub, one who strikes him at once as familiar but who he doesn't recall by name, moves onto the scene and past the tiny creature up ahead as though it does't even exist. Dacio stopped, his stance not unlike a deer in the headlights for a long moment, focus shifting swiftly from the snail to the young coywolf who moved toward him. "Nowhere," he responded immediately, a defensive edge to his tone as he cast his blue-green gaze downward almost guiltily. So intent on finding whatever had created the crystal trail, Dacio was unaware of how far he may have travelled from the boundaries his mother had set for him to stay within.

He peeked up past his lashes, blinking curiously. Ephraim didn't seem like he was here to reprimand him, and so he felt it safe to slacken somewhat. Dacio made a careful step toward his companion, reaching out with his muzzle to tentatively test the scent that clung to the other child's sodden furs. "Who you?"