Dragoncrest Cliffs It's not the waking, it's the rising

Life seemed to have settled in the weeks since the disruption of their ranks. While he still missed Dalia and Bat especially, the latter of whom had vanished without a trace, young Dacio was beginning to learn that life would go on - no matter how disappointing it could be.

His training continued, supporting his strengthening desire to better learn how to fight. He sparred often with his sisters and sometimes followed Dio on patrols, and his growing need for independence pushed him from the safety of his mother's embrace. 

He trailed through Drageda's familiar woodland, weaving through the trees and dragging a large stick along with him. What he didn't expect was to find himself almost nose-to-nose with a terrified rabbit, who swerved to avoid him and disappeared into an underground burrow. Dacio jumped a little in surprise, hackles on edge as he rumbled past his mouthful of tree branch, though the sound of approaching paws drew his attention back to the direction the prey had come from.

An adult vaulted the fallen log and Dacio watched for a few quiet moments before he dropped his stick and yipped to attract the Kru's attention. "Hei," the sterling cub greeted in Drageda's native tongue, motioning with his muzzle toward the hollow that the older wolf's intended meal had vanished into. Dacio continued in their other language, as he was uncertain if this particular brute would understand: "it's gone down there!"