Moonspear Heat

Breeding. Offspring. Dacio listened quietly, unsure how to feel about this discussion. Only weeks prior had he considered the possibility of sourcing himself a mate in the coming months, as had been his right - his duty. Roangeda-born pups would've been a joy to shape and mould for their purpose, as he and his siblings had been in Drageda. Alas, such things were not meant to be.

And probably for the best.

Dacio, not quite of age but with strong ambition, didn't particularly appreciate this firm lesson. Still, he maintained his silence and understood the need for it: it was the responsibility of leaders to make sure their subordinates did not disrespect their laws. He looked on at the Alpha pair as they concluded and dipped his muzzle stiffly in agreement, eager for dismissal.