Dragoncrest Cliffs all I've done so far is not get killed

The howl that reaches Thuringwethil’s ears is filled with purpose, with belonging. It is familiar in the same way Raleigh’s had been, that she does not recognize whom it belongs to it but it is still hers all the same. She puts down what she is doing, gives her mate a gentle lick against her face, and slips from the cavern in an easy pace. She does not rush, knowing Eske had been on the borders and is likely to reach the origin before she does, but she trots easily until she finds the brute for herself.

Eske is already asking him questions, his purpose, and he has so far passed the test the cheka has given or else he’d be long since chased off. Thuringwethil does not say anything as she slows her pace, weaving through the last few trees to hover a few yards away in the background.