Dragoncrest Cliffs these long cold days of grey

Ajatar doesn’t move when he tells her what side of the coyote to take. Her gaze doesn’t fall away, either, as she stares hard at him. As a few second passes, she squares her shoulders and raises an eyebrow. With no intention of helping the child, nearly full grown, carry a coyote less than half his size. She snorts quietly. “You’re not strong enough to carry it on your own,” she asks in a way that doesn’t necessarily sound like a question. Holding the coyote by the scruff has most of it anyway but her feet remain firmly in place in the meantime.

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