Dragoncrest Cliffs To recover his feet on the shining rails of his fate.

They carried on without words, trailing through silent snowfall with only their private thoughts. Dacio appreciated the quiet, though turned his focus once more to the present as the weather worsened.

He padded along by her side, obedient, not once breathing a word of his discomfort. Dutiful as always, Dacio gritted his teeth against the bitter cold and felt relief flood him as his crimson commander suggested they turn back.

Dipping his muzzle in a nod of agreement, he followed Blixen as she lead them around and in the direction of Hougeda. Dacio shook the snow and melt from his pelt once they stepped inside the hollow, and settled in close to his comrade to warm up.