Dragoncrest Cliffs the bottom of the deep blue sea

Dacio was lapping at the lake's crisp surface when he heard Tux' call from beyond Drageda's claim, and swung his speckled snout in the direction from which it cake. His dark ears pressed forward to listen carefully, and with a flick of his tongue toward the stray water droplet that clung to his chin, the young Gona began his trip swiftly toward the territory outskirts to await his arrival.


He knew he would be of little use in whatever situation his cousin might bring to their borders, yet it was the fierce hope that @Portia might be there in response to such an urgent request for aid. It had been several days since he saw her, as the piebald medic seemed to have secluded herself entirely. The rejection pained young Dacio, who yearned for nothing more than the comfort of his mother, but he continued to remind himself that he had survived abandonment by a sister once before - he could do it again.

Heda arrived before him, and he eased to a halt just in time to catch the tail-end of Tux' explanation. Dacio's pale eyes lingered almost fearfully on the crumbled form of a pale girl at his paws, and chose to keep his distance. Holding his breath, he blinked up at the sable leader in wait of instruction to follow.