Dragoncrest Cliffs Dark Flake

Thuringwethil noted the unfamiliar scent leading into the territory and the curve of her lips flashed a warning to no one in particular. It will take several days before she is comfortable with the claim they have made and their two closet neighbors are unlikely to cause a problem. They may need to force a new barrier with the grotto but their intention is no less sound than it had been upon the Dragon. The location of the other is unknown to her but she remembers the inky male in the ravine and makes note to attempt another visit once again.

The concern at hands takes over as she follows along, eventually coming upon a mix of voices and smells. They’d already been intercepted, facing Eske and Emaleth and, she narrows her eyes, Tanja in the distance. Thuringwethil approaches from the opposite side, watching the intruders from behind him with little to announce her presence. It is the female whose words she hears clearly for the first time as she states her ignorance. A growl rumbles in her throat and her fur ruffles down the length of her spine.