Dragoncrest Cliffs In the cold light of day, we're a flame in the wind.

The dark wolfess continues to look down on him, though the softening of her gaze upon him is enough to ease his tension. She presses on to engage him, piping up with question in their native tongue. Dacio and his siblings had been taught both since birth, and he lifted his dark ears in recognition.

Unsure if the swarthy adult was going to scold him for perhaps wandering too far from Hougeda, Dacio blinked up at her with a concerned glint in his eye. "Trackin'," he chose to be honest, though the ivory tip of his tail twitched with mild nervousness.