Dragoncrest Cliffs in terms of tacos, she was doing fine

Furi finds herself relating to Blixen much more than she intends to. She still has some of her family, they know their mother is alive (or the last time they’d seen her) and the rest are scattered in Drageda that she hasn’t yet figured out. There’s so much to learn and she often feels behind, unable to keep up with the fast pace of change and drama that happens all around.

”I guess,” she says though her words aren’t necessarily convincing. She thinks of Roarke and how his loss has been the destruction of their family, but so much more than she’s aware. ”He protected Drageda. That wolf...” she pauses thickly as they approach the distant outline of death. Furi licks her lips, and then squirms in her desire to itch. ”That wolf can’t hurt anyone now,” she explains, finally unable to resist the urge to sit and scratch again at her neck.