Blackbeak Bluff a heart is a knife in disguise

Tirgatao followed at a comfortable distance from Heda, not wanting to crowd the Commander but not quite wanting her out of sight either. She had a duty, and though it was not of her usual fare, she swore to uphold it all the same. Still, she couldn't quite reign in her curiousity and often ranged a few dozen yards off to investigate various sights and scents of interest. Even now, though they weren't too far from Drageda proper, Tirgatao had already expanded her internal map and was busy playing out ideas in her mind when an unfamiliar voice cut through the quiet. 

Her hackles flared high and she whipped her head around from the deer tracks to zero in on the slight, willowy form of the grayscale stranger who approached Heda. Tirgatao moved to intercept the conversation, and emerged from the desner thicket of woods somewhere inbetween the two. She cupped her ears towards Kalika and her eyes flickered over the other, searching for any indication that she posed a threat. She, thankfully, found nothing but was not instantly comforted by the thought. Tirgatao did not reply, since the greeting was not lobbed at her, but she did not respectfully before taking up a place somewhere behind Thuringwethil.