The Tangle You'll never be what is in your heart.
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All Welcome 
Would love for Dacio to meet a non-Drageda wolf.  :D

He'd followed @Dio along on his patrol that morning, but paused to examine a particularly interesting beetle that scurried under a nearby stone while his father pressed on ahead. The charcoal-tipped youngster bumped the little rock with his nose, flipping it over to reveal the hidden insect below, only to follow it as it crawled beneath the fallen Autumn leaves. When he grew bored of harassing it, he licked it and consumed it with a satisfactory crunch.

Having found himself at the Southernmost edge of Drageda territory, young Dacio hesitated. He lingered for several long minutes, white-tipped tail twitching reluctantly, as his pastel gaze fixed to the dense forest before him. Salmon-pink tongue traced his upper lip as he tried to find the confidence within himself to stride forward and, when he decided to simply wing it, he stepped tentatively into neutral territory for the first time in his life.

He peered over a shoulder for any sign of the Wocha, who he knew would be nearby, but he found no sign of his golden pelage through the foliage. Dacio moved deeper into the Tangle, dark ears alert atop his head and nose working to test the new scents waiting to be found.

"Trigedasleng" "common"
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<3

The sea breeze had treated him well, chilly as it was, toying with the long, thick tresses of hair that dangled from his frame. His fur was still fairly ruffled when he made his way further inland, away from the coastline and skirting the borders of a pack he'd happened upon. Naturally, he gave it space, not wanting to trespass or upset the locals; it would be against his own moral code to upset wolves who had a pack, so long as they were of a peaceful sort. This being as it was, he was puzzled to find himself crossing the trail of a much younger wolf who was wandering further away from the pack's borders. Concerned, he followed along, until he caught sight of the young fellow sniffing his way away from his own packlands. 

"Excuse me, young Squire?" He called out, coming to a standstill so that the youth wouldn't be frightened by his appearance. Had he been close enough, he would have towered over the adolescent, even without squaring his shoulders and straightening up. He didn't ask anything further- merely waiting to catch the young fellow's attention without scaring him off.
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Dacio's large ears swivelled atop his silver crown as birdsong snared his attention, and he paused to tilt his muzzle toward the canopy above. Pastel green eyes scanned the foliage as he sauntered, eager to find the creatures that tweeted nearby, but the trees were too dense to catch sight of any.

The boy pressed on, nose to the ground and white-tipped tail swaying, but an unfamiliar voice brought him to a halt. He turned toward an adult male, someone he didn't recognise, and fear immediately tightened his chest. Dacio stared at him and considered barking to alert his father, but instead chose to wait. He was sure he could outrun this stranger if he needed to, and the proximity of Drageda wolves was sure to deter any attack.

The brute maintained distance, for which the young Goufa was thankful. Curious, he twitched his little nose but failed to speak out in acknowledgement. Neither made a move to approach the other, and so Dacio decided to venture back and continue following his sire's trail.
"Trigedasleng" "common"