Dragoncrest Cliffs Rhondonite

"Dalia has a brother," his mother said, and his smile faded. If Dalia had a littermate, then that meant he had another sibling. An older sibling of the previous year. A brother. Dacio remained silent as he furrowed his brow in thought, listening to what Portia had to say about her exiled yearling's dark past as a member of Drageda. "Oh," he said, noting that his dam had switched to the pack's secondary tongue, "uh. Hm. Yeah."

Okay, things became a little awkward - it was one thing to learn that you had a brother, and another to learn that he'd been disowned. And he looked like him, apparently! Pausing with his mother's encouragement, he lifted his soft eyes to find her seeking his gaze.

"Yeah," he said matter-of-factly, straightening his posture in a poor attempt at showing Portia that he could handle this news with ease - even though the surge of anxiety in his heart made him want to slink away and be alone to think everything over. "Wh... where is he now? Sirio." It was odd to speak the name of a wolf who should have been a sibling to him, but felt so distant. "Is he... when did you last see him?"