Dragoncrest Cliffs if you wanna break these walls down

Eske breaks away from the scuffle with a wound similar to his and he looks at it from where he stands. Nothing causes alarm for hers, and nor does it for him, as he feels the sting of open flesh and the chill of warm blood soaking into his fur. It’ll heal over in a matter of days. She doesn’t mention leaving the coyote to suffer, either, and instead speaks his native tongue at it. A sly smile forms on his muzzle as he listens to the beauty of her words and his tail swishes faster behind him. “That does not mean this one goes to waste,” he mentions in their shared language before he steps up to take the dead coyote and return him to the cache. Their own kills will not be wasted in the belly of this coyote and will still feed them, and then some.