The Tangle You'll never be what is in your heart.

Would love for Dacio to meet a non-Drageda wolf.  :D

He'd followed @Dio along on his patrol that morning, but paused to examine a particularly interesting beetle that scurried under a nearby stone while his father pressed on ahead. The charcoal-tipped youngster bumped the little rock with his nose, flipping it over to reveal the hidden insect below, only to follow it as it crawled beneath the fallen Autumn leaves. When he grew bored of harassing it, he licked it and consumed it with a satisfactory crunch.

Having found himself at the Southernmost edge of Drageda territory, young Dacio hesitated. He lingered for several long minutes, white-tipped tail twitching reluctantly, as his pastel gaze fixed to the dense forest before him. Salmon-pink tongue traced his upper lip as he tried to find the confidence within himself to stride forward and, when he decided to simply wing it, he stepped tentatively into neutral territory for the first time in his life.

He peered over a shoulder for any sign of the Wocha, who he knew would be nearby, but he found no sign of his golden pelage through the foliage. Dacio moved deeper into the Tangle, dark ears alert atop his head and nose working to test the new scents waiting to be found.