Dragoncrest Cliffs Freedom can numb you, when there's no place to run to.

Dacio's delicate little paw bopped his sister's pale muzzle, and he grinned as he withdrew it to aim for that same spot. The ashen wolfess whined in response and, knowing her cries were feigned, the little Goufa parted his jaws in mischievous laughter. His scruffy little tail flagged proudly over his platinum hindquarters as, once more, he successfully swatted at Dalia's muzzle.

She writhed away, ducking her head out of his reach, and Dacio scooted forward in attempt to butt her cheek with his forehead. Dalia was one step ahead of him, however, and used this same move to effortlessly shove him away.

Dacio flopped to his side, landing among the grasses with a soft "mph!" as he glared playfully up at his baby-sitter. He simply continued to lay there, watching her with his tongue lolling as he huffed to catch his breath.