Dragoncrest Cliffs in a circle there they stand

It didn't take long for a figure to enter her vision, though the fur was a fiery red— not the dark shade of the woman she had met mere days ago. Emaleth paused in her movements, allowing the other to come to her upon reading the dominance in the other's stand. She shrank appropriately, casting her mismatched eyes to look at the ground off to the side. It was strange and different to be standing on this side of the situation; it was oddly freeing. "Oh," the yearling said softly, not quite masking the tone of disappointment. "I'm sorry; I thought the smell of wolves was a hunt passing through."

"I'm looking for someone that was here a few days ago," Emaleth continued carefully and a bit hopefully. "She was from Sleeping Dragon, but when I went there it sounded... angry. No one was there."