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

"I know," she sighed, and Dacio briefly lifted his dark ears in surprise. Mossy green eyes blinked into her frowning face, alight with concern that she had not sought him to share such information as he had for her. He initially felt stung by her choice to keep her knowledge from him, but was swift to realise that it didn't matter: all that counted was that she would not be swayed by the others' doubt.

He huffed a breath as she mentioned her discussion with their father regarding other branches, for he was entirely disinterested in uprooting from the cliffs. The possibility that Dio might even hint at taking his leave appalled him, though he refrained from jumping to conclusions. "This is our home," he said, voice confident as he tilted his chin upward. "We're Drageda and we belong here, we should fight for it."

Heda and some of their comrades had gone to aid one of their sister packs in war, so why couldn't a scout be sent to retreive their soldiers?