Dragoncrest Cliffs you could be king but watch the queen conquer

Melchior found that he was often drawn to the dark forest, rather than to the sheer drop of the edge of Dragoncrest Cliffs that overlooked the rolling sea. For once, he did not question himself, as he so often did, allowing his whims to guide him along. Perhaps it was simply because the forest offered more shelter, and until he had proven himself, he would have to rely on the land, rather than his kin, for protection. The yearling remained optimistic. This experience would make him a stronger wolf, he reminded himself; a wolf worthy to be part of Drageda. Duty and honor were his driving factors, and he would do his best to see them through.

For now, he would have to stick to the simple tasks of patrolling, hunting, and helping out the dragedakru. These jobs suited him just fine, for he enjoyed being in the company of others, and as much as he loved his brother, it was a welcome change to be able to interact with someone else. The brothers had very different interests, so it was better for them to be able to explore those aspects separately.

Cutting through the forest, Melchior began a patrol along the borders, trotting along at a steady pace. He felt as though he could run like that for days, and soon enough his mind began to drift as he daydreamed about running south along the coast, running until his legs have out. It was such a liberating thought that he could not help but be lulled into a state of natural euphoria.

The feeling was short lived, however. He saw Eske before he could process what that meant, and only gracelessly slowed to a walk by the time he was within clear sight. Suppressing a sigh, he greeted the youth with an expressionless glance, and then a terse nod. Eske. He was obligated to be of service to her, and so he lingered as he would have done with anyone else of the dragedakru.