Dragoncrest Cliffs Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye.

The golden girl objected, of course, as Dacio stumbled with all the grace of a drunk directly into her. She turned on him, jaws parting to scream in his direction, to which the boy ducked away in automatic submission. With his ears not yet properly functional, he was unable to make sense of Opalia's complaint - but the pitch was high enough to make him shake his head.

Stormy eyes blinked up at her pitifully as he poured his lip, appearing defeated and quietly apologetic. She didn't seem to acknowledge this effort, instead thrusting her muzzle upward to toddle away from him. Dacio, with his short attention span and having failed to learn from his litter-mate's outrage, focused only on the inviting sway of her tail.

Pulling himself together, the bold Goufa wobbled after Opalia and reached out in attempt to grip the tufted blonde appendage between his growing milk teeth.