Dragoncrest Cliffs Lights up on Washington Heights

If he minded her random loquacious segue, Étoille didn't give any indication. He listened astutely, by all appearances, as he finally tore into the snack. Having experienced a sudden moment of self-consciousness about her rambling, Wildfire had bitten her lip. Now she released it as Étoille engaged her in conversation without any reference to her sudden onset babbling.

It turned out he knew her hearing impaired sister, had met her even before the war. Her mouth opened to query further when Étoille thanked her for the meat and then told her he was glad to see her home. The Feisripa smiled and nodded.

"It's my pleasure, especially as the resident Feisripa," she replied, "and it's wonderful being here. There were times when I didn't think I'd ever see this place again." Wildfire licked her lips but didn't linger on that train of thought. "When you're done eating, would you like to join me on a walk? I was thinking of going to the cliffs. I heard there's a pack next door and I'm curious if we can see anything from there."