Dragoncrest Cliffs like icarus before me, these wings are not my own

The mottled wolfess attention turned, her amber gaze lifted to seek the commander's crimson form. Dacio's own eyes followed, an ear trained on Blackbear as she embraced Blixen's arrival with a sweeping tail and excitement in her tone. His muzzle was dipped respectfully as the latter strode forward, closing the distance between them and stepping up alongside him.

He let himself relax, as both females' attention was drawn entirely from him and onto each other. He remained quietly in the background, watching ad waiting for instruction.