Cerulean Cape Eternity is hidden in every moment.

She murmured something, and the boy's dark ears sprung forward in attempt to catch what she tried to say. Dacio's inhaled deeply, finding her words entirely relatable, and released his breath in a sorrowful sigh.

Shifting his weight, the young Gona turned his back on the rising Sun and made a tentative step toward his tawny companion. "I understand. I also don't have a home to return to," he shared solemnly, lobes folding back against his crown in acknowledgement that Drageda was not the only pack to falter. "My name is Dacio. Do you seek someplace new?"