Dragoncrest Cliffs By fire and sword, we'll take back our world.

For a long time, Dacio had felt little but the awful numbness that followed his mother's death. He'd gotten by the best that he could through every tragedy that followed; duty to Drageda was what truly kept his focus. Even on the days that he didn't particularly want to share the company of his comrades, the young Gona felt grounded by them.

Despite all the heartache to sweep over them, the pack remained. He still had his father and a sister to turn to, who he could rely on for support and offer his own in return. For all the love Dacio held for his sire, it was @Opalia to whom he felt closest. She'd accompanied him willingly into the snow to fulfil a bizarre promise he made to the Portia in his dreams, never once dubbing him "crazy" or cursing him for their failure. He was yet to find the words to describe how grateful he was for that.

He sought his blonde sibling then, eager to share his most recent troubles with her. The sterling youth wandered along a patrol route she frequented, white-tipped snout rummaging here and there in search of a fresh trail to follow.