Dragoncrest Cliffs everlong

Étoille explains the situation and Thuringwethil nods once, looking back to the kid. She steps closer, slowly, and sniffs in his direction but she only notes the overwhelming scent of rain and the scout. The boy can’t be much older than her bunch, either. “All right,” she says after a moment of consideration. If one of her own had gotten lost at this age, she’d only hope they’d been taken care of too—something she wouldn’t have considered before—and offers a gentle invite of her nose.

“What is your name?” she asks, giving him a chance to answer before she turns back to the brute. “Have @Rose or @Portia look him over,” she adds, waiting for the two of them so she may accompany them wherever Étoille would take him first.