Dragoncrest Cliffs we can never go back, we can only go on and on

I am very sleepy :(

The second time Eske gives her a call, Thuringwehil is close. She'd heard the first one and moved but she had not been quick enough to intercept her. There had been a familiar tone Heda hadn't been able to place but her mind often wanders far from her these days. She focuses on closing the distance between herself and where it had been made and following the scents that lead her with pinpoint accuracy. Eske's brown form, mimicking Gavriel more and more, appears and on the other side, a recognizable pale wolf. Her form softens marginally upon her approach but she dips her head once in greeting.

"Eske," she says once she's close enough before turning to the other. "Tirgatao."

It does worry her that so many have sought out for Drageda recently when she has not had time to send a messenger back on their displacement. With winter upon them, she is thankful those that have arrived did so relatively in one piece. The sea wind beats against their side to remind them of the chill and Thuringwethil offers a smile. "It is good to see you," she says. In the wake of losing some of their best members, it is nice to see familiar faces to fill their losses. Heda then turns to Eske for the run down of what she's found thus far.