Dragoncrest Cliffs intricate cities built from the slag of a bulldozed anatomy

Thuringwethil hasn’t gotten very far in her climb when Eske pops up on her trail. She turns her head to see the girl as she calls out and she adjusts her spot on a fallen redwood to one with a more even, wider plataeu for her to stand. Once her she feels steady, her attention returns and remains on the girl.

“Eske,” she greets with a swish of her tail and a hunt of a smile. It fades just as quickly as it came before she beckons the girl with her nose. If the other felt comfortable enough to climb the fallen redwoods, she is more than welcome, but Thuringwethil is rather interested to see the damage down from up high. One tree had been struck down by lightning during the storm sometime—certain she hadn’t seen this in her scouting and securing her land—and taken down four others nearby. She turns and begins her climb until she is on the highest trunk of the pile to see the splintered tree on the other side.