Dragoncrest Cliffs soothsayer

The agouti male spins to face her, quick on his feet, she notices. Her assessment is because he is a stranger and she is an aspiring Wanlida and the more she can train herself to analyze to use in tactics to her advantage the more capable she will become. He prostrates himself before her, sprawling upon his belly to the dirt underfoot. It is a good thing; his submission as Eske is not known for being kind to strangers. He stutters that he was searching for a gift. A gift to please? It is a bizarre ritual, she supposes. For who appears at a pack’s borders with a gift to offer them? And for what? It is strange and her lips are terse for a moment as she considers it may be a bribing tool although she was immediately amused at the thought of something trying to bribe Heda to let them into Drageda. She almost laughed. “Hmm,” The Cheka muses, the noise vibrating within the confines of her throat.

“What is you seek at our borders, stranger?” Eske asks of him. “besides the gift you meant to give, I mean.” He had called after all; and she throws a terse look at the hole he’d managed to dig before she interrupted before her gaze slid back to him, expectant.