Dragoncrest Cliffs you love in a time of children marching in boots fashioned for soldiers ages apart

short post is short. :x

[table width=85%][tr][td]

Eske is never far from Heda but she does not spend every moment at the Commander’s side. She had been adding a scrappy fox to one of the pack’s caches when the scent of Heda and Arlo tickle her nostrils. She wonders for a moment if her presence is needed as the Commander leads the way to the redwoods. Eventually, she moves in their direction knowing that if Heda does not wish for her presence the Commander will send her away. Eske follows though she leaves amiable distance between her, Arlo and Thuringwethil. The Drakru spares Arlo a look and a low nod of acknowledgment as Heda chuffs at her seconds before Thuringwethil lets out a low call for her Honon. Eske’s gaze moves from Arlo to the boy as he appears and approaches, head low, steps soft and with caution. The Cheka’s green-blue sea glass gaze zeros in on the boy, studying him coolly.

[/td][/tr][/table]