Dragoncrest Cliffs just because it's full of spiders doesn't mean it's not a piñata

With Thuringwethil and Dio away on the second scouting trip in the search of Wildfire, Eske’s been busy and unfortunately, does not have much time to spend with her young Second though she makes the time when she can. This rise to power is temporarily, though, just as it was the last time though these circumstances are a lot better than the previous time. A good chunk of Drageda had gone on the trip which is what drives Eske to the borders even more: to tighten her patrols and ensure that they are freshly marked and patrolled. Footfalls draw Eske out of her focus upon the scents along the borders as she searches for anything that does not belong. Her head rises from the spot she’d been investigating, her black leathery nostrils still flared, and her ears swivel atop her skull as she glimpses over her shoulder and see the familiar form of Furi approaching.

Wanlida’s tail wags in a manner that freely expresses her delight at seeing the young girl. “Furi.” She greets her, turning her back to the borders to properly address the girl beneath her care. For a moment, she feels guilty. Guilty for not spending as much time with Furi as she would have liked. “Is something the matter?” Eske inquires with a soft frown, her ears slicking back to rest at half mast atop her skull as her sea blue-green eyes focus upon Furi, undoubtedly giving her Second her undivided attention.