Dragoncrest Cliffs in a circle there they stand

Her heart fluttered in anticipation as she waited for the fierce woman's answer, and she felt it swell as Thuringwethil seemed agreeable to the idea. Unsure if it was the right thing to do, or even welcome, the yearling moved to bump her muzzle beneath the commander's chin— a sign of respect and deference to the woman, sealing her fate upon these cliffs. "I understand," she responded, doing her best to stifle the excitement and joy in her voice— to remain mature and measured. "I will defend these borders to the death," she swore, briefly trying on a warrior's skin. "I will earn my keep."