Dragoncrest Cliffs inside the lines

His eyes narrow when Portia begins to speak but all of this is news to him. His brows burrow once more and he shifts, trying to recollect whether or not Akantha had spoken the name of her and her wolves. And she had mentioned her sisters, which at the time meant little but now, perhaps it is something more. His ears twitch on his head and he hums to himself, trying to think of a name she may have mentioned but nothing comes up to offer any help. How much have these wolves pestered Drageda already if both Wildfire and Portia has had interactions with them, and later Thuringwethil and Tirgatao? Are they the same woman, or are there more than he’d originally thought?

“Their leader came to our borders a few weeks ago about the meeting,” he tells her. He hadn’t greeted her too friendly but she hadn’t been harmful and the questions (and answers) were vague enough. “Heda will not accept them too close if it inhibits us and our hunting grounds,” he says, confident in their leader. The forest on the cliff side and nearby is often plentiful and too many wolves nearby can ruin their surroundings for food.