Dragoncrest Cliffs Country roads, take me home.

He could not make out the contours of her face, which remained a black and white blur to him. Was she supposed to look that way? Dacio mewled softly, confused, though intrigue brightened his features as his mother lowered her crown to his level.

She bumped her nose to his brow and the boy leaned into the gesture, though not intentionally. There had to be more to see, and Dacio moved his over-sized head to thrust his little blunt snout among the fur of his dam's jaw. Up close, he could better make out the pale tresses there, and he cooed softly to her in his delight.