Dragoncrest Cliffs ♫ & eyes & eyes & eyes & eyes

Étoille says something before taking the kill, in a similar fashion Blixen had with a sound she didn’t understand. Similarly, while he takes a bite, she questions him: “what?” Her words slip in before he asks about her and she smiles, shrugging one shoulder with a little exaggeration. Did something just bite her? She brushes it off and slinks all the way to the ground though it feels weird to watch him eat but in his pause, she searches his face. “It’s been kinda boring,” she tells him with a thump of her tail, a little more playfully than her concerns a while ago with Eske. He seems to fit in with these wolves, even if he is still on the outside, but she does not have such a connection yet beyond the few wolves she spends her time with. Now that the rest were home, perhaps her chances at establishing herself will increase.