Dragoncrest Cliffs Eleven's breakfast jams

eske had just wrapped up her patrol and was heading inwards, towards the heart of drageda — when she caught the scent of wildfire on the wind, mingled as it was with the scent of sweet mother's milk and the pups. for a moment eske hesitates and considers altering her course. she's never been particularly close to the commander's wife — freyja'd been the flame kissed woman's star pupil, after all — here'd been a brief stint where eske had desired to pursue hunting as a secondary trade but that was short lived as eske had decided, in the end, to focus primary on her warrior training and specialty. in the end eske decides to keep going forward so that their paths intersect. though eske has never been overly sociable — her aggressive nature and fierce demeanor tended to make her hostile and bitchy — she figures that it wouldn't hurt to inquire about the well-being of drakru's newest additions.

wanlida's pace slows as wildfire's scent grows stronger and eske stops a few feet away when she comes into view. the older woman is leaning against the trunk of a tree, presumably looking for something. "are you ok, feisripa?" eske inquires addressing her by title ( as eske is wont to do when she does not know wolves all that well enough to feel like she can use their given name ), her tone soft and tempered with mild concern.