Dragoncrest Cliffs girl, with an accent of blood

maybe @Hux since they've yet to meet? :D but absolutely no obligation, ofc! ♥

She is close to earning her tactician speciality and thus closer to asking Heda for the rank of Wanlida. She can almost taste it upon her lips and she wants it. Patience a virtue hard earned for Eske but the feeling of accomplishment when she knows she has earned what she has is much more fulfilling then simply being handed it. As Heda had dismissed her for a few hours — for Drageda is well fortified and guarded — Eske takes to the borders to run her routine patrols, an ear always alert for The Commander’s call. Thus far, her patrol is meant with calm and there is nothing out of place, no foreign scents to send up red flags. Eske inhales deeply, pausing to refresh a stale marker. She lingers on this particular stretch of border, kicking up clumps of dirt to make use of the scent glands in her paws, rubbing against the trees, wincing only slightly when a tuft of hair was yanked out by the hard bark of the tree that snagged it. She smoothes the ruffled fur of her shoulder down and gives the (briefly) tender spot a few licks to soothe it before she continues onward with her patrol as if it had never happened.