Dragoncrest Cliffs Oh how the moon glows

@Dio and @Eske

As the sea fell away and the daunting cliffs came into view, Cecil couldn't help but wonder if he had made it. Gyda and Gavriel had told him how to get here before they had left for Sangeda, he had commited the route to memory. His parent's had been proud of his discision to return to the Commander's side and restablish the family name as advisors to Heda. Although Cecil wasn't sure how difficult such a task might be, he was ready for the challenge to prove himself to Thuringwethil. His admiration for her hadn't dwindled in the last two years, since the disolution of Seageda. When Gavriel was recounting the stories of how Heda had founded Drageda, and became a prominent figure within the Teekon Wilds Cecil knew his place was at her side.

As he approached the borderd however he paused. Cecil was a warrior, he knew of the laws within Trigeda better then most. He was keenly aware of what might happen to him should he tresspass. Even if he didn't think he was trespassing, if the Commander stayed true to her roots Cecil could be in a world of hurt. Deciding that it would be better to play it safe, and remain respectful of the new lands under Heda's command. The large ebony male lifted his head to the sky and called to the wolves of Drageda. He was home. If only the Commander would accept him.