Dragoncrest Cliffs the stars are blazing

Thuringwethil does not so much as hear the words Xan uses as much as she hears the way he says them. Her ears twitch upon her head and she stiffens her posture. The disgust that crosses his features holds most of her attention and she searches the younger wolf’s face for anything else that may give away any information. Eske has never mentioned Xan’s name or tension between anyone, making this all new to her. She’s been absorbed in the workings inside Drageda and the Nereides so much, has she neglected her own?

Finding the source of irritation in his voice is far more important than whether or not he knows why he insults higher ranked than himself. While most of Drageda is a level plain, their tiers branch up a little closer, subjects to help keep the wheels turning. If one is snagged on something down low, it’ll throw all of them. “Explain your tone,” she commands of him.