Dragoncrest Cliffs in terms of tacos, she was doing fine

For a moment, she wonders why they don’t bury the trespasser in their graveyard. Heda had instructed them to take it back to the borders. He hadn’t been one of their wolves and he doesn’t fit in their land, but perhaps he had his own land he’s apart of? Her face wrinkles at the thought, turning away from Blixen. While she never thought about where she’d be buried if she were to die, the back of her mind had it laid out for her. Teaghlaigh. A small part of her clings to it, knows that is where she is meant to be, but walking the outskirts of Drageda takes it away from her. If she were to die today, it is not there she will be, but here—and Blixen would take care of her.
 
“I would like that,” she says, snapping back to reality without missing a beat. Furi swings her head back, smiles, and swishes her tail a few times against her hocks.

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