Dragoncrest Cliffs heavy is the crown and yet she wears it as if it were light as a feather

Eske is not so lost in thought that she is not aware and when she detects the sound of footfalls upon the earth, her ears swivel atop her skull to discern the origin of the sound. She is not startled, however, and does not rush to see who has stumbled across her. She is in Drageda’s territory and she has been trying ( for whatever it is worth ) to soothe her instinctual hostility. She has realized, now, that she has grown out of her hostility towards outsiders that have been taken under Drageda’s wing ( which is progress for Eske ). She does glimpse over a svelte shoulder, after a little bit, her curiosity ultimately getting the better of her in the end. She notes the ivory pelage of the Fos Goufa though acknowledges that she knows nothing of her. Not even her name. Her acceptance had been when Eske had taken charge of her scouting mission and Eske hasn’t made much time to acquaint herself with the stranger.

She lifts herself to her paws, gives a small stretch, and lets out a chuff of greeting towards the other female feeling that it is past time that they know one another especially if this For Goufa is to one day be her Heda.