Dragoncrest Cliffs soothsayer

A shaky howl rises into the air and Eske takes to it, close enough that it does not take her long to reach it’s origins. Her steps slow and ears press forth alert atop her skull as she hears the sound of scratching claws upon earth. Her perplexity is soon answered as she spots the agouti colored male digging at the roots of a nearby redwood and her hackles bristle with unease and a mixture of uncertainty. What was he doing? “Hei splita,” She calls out to the male, with blue-green eyes the color of sharpened sea glass narrowing as she assess him, her tail raising over her back in a display of dominance. “What are you doing?” Of course Eske could plainly see what he was doing but it was more of why he was doing it and what he wanted that interested Eske the most.