Dragoncrest Cliffs Say it's here where our pieces fall in place

Whatever inner turmoil the other youth might've faced following the realisation that a peer had stepped from Goufa to Gona, Dacio remained blissfully unaware. He didn't care for competativeness; he was simply glad to share the company of someone his own age and maybe make a new friend. "Thanks," the silver cub responded with a gentle sweep of his dark tail.

Talk of training with Heda intrigued him, and Dacio pricked his velvet ears forward. His own training had primarily been beneath Blixen's watch, which he had no complaint about, but he was curious to know what sort of teacher their leader might be. He didn't wonder if Ephraim might need more coaching than a Drageda-born pup (mostly because he assumed that was what he was), instead he figured this kid must've been something special if he'd been personally selected! "Totally not jealous," Dacio joked with a playful grin, "she's pretty bad-ass."