Dragoncrest Cliffs By fire and sword, we'll take back our world.

When at last he detected Opalia's trail, the young Gona was swift to pursue it. He quickened his stride through the redwoods, eyes and ears alert for any further sign of her.

She noted his approach, pausing to let him catch up to her. Dacio moved in with a low, rumbling greeting as he dipped his dark muzzle to nudge a golden flank, before he lifted his mossy gaze to seek the mismatched hues of her own.

"There's talk of leaving among the kru," he told her, holding back the delicate information of who might be considering such betrayal. Opalia was especially fond of their pale-furred Skayona and each corner of his mouth tugged downward in a thoughtful frown.

He knew that his sister would not join them. They were bound by blood and duty, had shared a womb together. Opalia knew him better than anyone ever could, and he was certain that, like him, she'd sooner die than be marked natrona.