Dragoncrest Cliffs Journey of the Sorcerer

"Sha," Ra agreed, lifting her eyes and ears a bit. When Heda turned toward her companion, Ra half-rose, sniffing curiously at the scents that sang out most strongly upon Heda's pelt. Pups, a woman, the sea. This pack seemed to be a lively one - something Ra hoped would console her while she was away from the mountain she loved.

Such thoughts were pushed away the moment Heda looked back to her. Ra dipped her head in continued respect, but finally straightened her folded legs. "No sich," Ra demured, unsure how much of her travels would really be worth retelling. There had been a lot of walking, and she'd eaten and slept enough to keep her full figure. "Trigedakru teik in ai nat, ste nat Sangedakru. Bok au neson sintaim." Her ears perked as she remembered something about Sangeda. "Gavriel en Gyda don gada in goufas - gada en skat tag in... uh... Nyko en Wardruna."

Ra's tail wagged as she managed to remember the names of the little whelps. She hadn't paid much attention to them, though she'd been glad to carry the news of their birth to Heda. There'd been more she was supposed to tell, of Sangeda's formation and continued existence, but Ra was a bit flustered in the presence of Heda - a feeling she was not at all used to.