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Traitors, she called them, and Dacio emitted a low rumble of agreement. Opalia was right: their runaway sibling wasn't worth dwelling on. The silver Gona fell silent then, content to follow the blonde-furred youth as he quietly recalled how they'd moved on from Dalia's departure. It'd been a rough, especially for their mother, but they'd managed to endure. Drageda thrived without her, proving that it didn't need her as Dacio feared he might.

They would survive Sequoia, Wildfire and Kiwi's abandonment as well. Of this, he wanted to be sure, but he kept the niggling doubt to himself.

"Anyway," Dacio curled his lip, eager for a distraction from their litter-mate's betrayal, and found none better than a spar. He lashed out like a viper, reaching to plant a well-placed nip on Opalia's nearest flank, and veered away from her sharply to avoid the likelihood of his sister aiming her own fangs at his hide: "fight me!"