Dearil was the first of the pups to be kissed by death, born on one of the coldest nights of the season his first passing was horrifying for Ceatha. Her cries could be heard all throughout the camp, it was only made worse once he had been brought back from the cold claws of death, to slip right back into them at the peak of the moon. This game followed for what felt an eternity but was truly until sunrise, his dance with death earned his name.