Dragoncrest Cliffs sheidgeda

Skipping Atsula with permission & pp-ing a little.

It was not the heda which intercepted them. While the girl did not expect the leader to meet them on her own, whatever had befallen the group, Seregryn was disheartened when she caught sight of the dark figure and its raised tail. The fur along her spine trembled. Seregryn looked to her guardian swiftly, as if to make a wordless command that she stay put, and stay silent. As the Fos Goufa, she was in control. This stranger would be dealt with accordingly.

Seregryn turned a sharp eye upon the stranger — the pupils were slightly dilated, giving her an eager and dangerous expression, like a cat that just can't wait to tear the wing off of a bird. She stalked closer, slowly, deliberately, as if to test the boundary that had been found and the patience of the wolf just beyond. The wind pulled at her fur softly, as if to pluck each snowflake off of her with care, until Seregryn shook out her shoulders and leveled her confident gaze upon Emaleth's own.

She stopped walking, and breathed deeply of the salted air. It took effort not to let her snout curl. Thuringwethil was here, she was sure of it — but who was this? Another outsider trying to prove themselves? Seregryn snorted, feeling the tension of her presence, and finally responded: Yu laik in ai way, trikova. Her tail lashed behind her once, smacking her hocks and dusting across the snow. She knew Atsula watched on, but did not care. It was high time Seregryn returned to her place here, even if they had abandoned their mountain.

To be stopped by some foreigner did wonders for her temper.