The Sentinels Bravery only means something to those afraid of death.

Raleska. If he were to be truthful, he'd say that he would've thought Caiaphas arrogant enough to name her daughter after herself - Caiaphas II or Junior or some dumb moniker along those lines. Dacio had never thought her the type to allow her own offspring to find their own identities, forge their own paths, and so he couldn't help but wonder where this one had picked up such a different view.

He recalled the storm on the cliffs, how his sister had sided in Raleska's capture alongside Blixen and Furi, and had not stopped to consider the terror it brought her. Dacio had thought her purely a danger like her mother before her, held firm between his pack-mates' teeth, and he conjured that same threat when he'd attacked her beyond the sound several months later. A moment of opportunity, was all he'd seen back then, a chance to seek revenge for all the wrongdoing her family had done to his.

Now, though, he saw a bigger picture. He saw a young she-wolf, as afraid and as hurt as he had always been - right from the start. A child born into feud, destined to despise the enemies of their parents. "Dacio," he told her rather stiffly, unsure what to do or how he felt. Numb, and suddenly void of what he thought had been his life's one purpose.