Ravensblood Forest bonfire

The dragon could not contain an entertained sneer from sliding onto his lips. His head tilted slightly, looking her over before a slough of low and amused words tumbled from his jaw. "A wiiise expectaationn." He commented with a swish of his tail. She spoke something that would suggest she lived around these parts, which he drew to be peculiar. But then again, he was judging. He held distaste for the salt in the air here, and the constant sound of the water surging against the shoreline nearby, and he simply couldn't justify making a home here. Not to mention she did not share the stench of the coastal pack, or any pack at all. For what reason would a packless wolf constrain themselves to one region? They had all the freedom in the world, why stay in one place?

Perhaps, Raheerah simply lacked that sentiment. Where one would find comfort in a familiar place, a home; he simply viewed it as a resource. He would keep to his home, if only because of his companions. If they chose to leave the Vale, Raheerah would obediently follow, as he held no earthly ties to that place. Or any place. "Iii aam moost aalways oout of plaace. Iif yoou shaall fiind me cuuurious, iiit shaall not bee because I aam not froommm heere." He spoke, glancing away from her as he ran his tongue over his yellowed teeth and smacked his lips dismissively.

Solely in expectation for some kind of response, he did return his sight to her, twisting one ear aside.