Dragoncrest Cliffs ten thousand miles or more

(too excited to wait :p) making a couple little assumptions, let me know if i need to change anything!

Acclimating to the dragon-pack is proving easy enough. There is still much he must acclimate to - histories he must learn. And the strange language of the hierarchy, so much heavier than his native tongues. But: that is what he finds he likes about Drageda. It is, like him, solid.

Étoille is mapping the territory he now occupies in slow steps. There is tension in the air, though he is not yet privy to its cause. And so he contents himself with careful explorations for now. The beast knows he must make good on his offerings of himself - as hunter, guardian, scout, whichever they need. But for now he will wait for the shape he will fit into accordingly.

It seems he is not the only one out. He smells her before he sees her, and the name of her rank springs into his mind. Heda. The new word is one of few that does not mangle in his french tongue. He has not met her yet, but it would be hard to not recognize her anyway. (As he was with the man at the border, Étoille is pleased by her impressive size. He can't help it.) She seems busy, but he does not wish to startle her and so he lowers his massive head and offers a respectful chuff in greeting.