Dragoncrest Cliffs intricate cities built from the slag of a bulldozed anatomy

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The logs feel stable beneath her weight, and Heda does not appear to be having trouble and though Eske attempts her best to hide it lingering makes her uneasy even as her gaze follows Heda’s as the commander points out the likely cause of the log pile. Eske nods tersely and eagerly follows Thuringwethil back down to the other side, a soft sigh of relief leaving her lips as her paws touch solid ground once more. Eske had despised being cooped up in the cavern and she cast a thoughtful look at the pile of logs over her shoulder as she contemplated that if she hadn’t been she could have ended up crushed under the weight of one of those logs. Walls will always remind Eske of a prison, as if she will never be free to patrol or hunt again but she is grateful for them …she supposes. “I suppose being alive was worth the torture of being trapped in it.” She thinks out loud. She had ventured out very sparsely to bring food in but she never lingered outside long for the fear of freezing to death. “I’ve been going over the borders to freshen our claim.” She informs Heda, in case the Commander didn’t know. Eske does not spend a lot of time with her, instead splitting it between Kendra, hunting (hunting with Kendra, off), and patrolling. It kept Eske busy but she didn’t mind. She’d never been good at staying still, anyway.

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