The Heartwood I'll be wearing these scars for everyone to see.

Sorry for this awful delay but I forgot about this thread, derp. Going to withdraw Dacio and fade here.  :)

He, too, was distracted by his share of the squirrel. Hunger tugged at his belly, urging him to feed, but the sterling yearling bit back the desire. This morsel was one he would deliver to his sister, no matter the ache.

"My name is Dacio," he returned, tongue trailing over his upper lip as he shifted his weight. "I should get going, but I wish you good luck." Moving to gather the torn squirrel into his mouth, Dacio struggled to keep himself from crunching it between his fangs. Politely, he dipped his muzzle and turned away to head back in the direction he'd come from.