Dragoncrest Cliffs could you be mine forever just in case it exists?

short post is short.:c

Eske finishes up her round of patrols, giving a languid stretch before she ventures in towards the heart of the territory. Though she makes a habit of checking in on her Commander daily ( sometimes sneaking in a peek more than once ) she is not sure how well she will or will not be when she makes her visits and as she comes across the scent of a groundhog pauses and gives chase with the hopes of catching it for Heda. In the end, her hunt is unsuccessful and she suffers a scratch where it’s claws knicked her across the bridge of her muzzle. It smarts but not near as half as her humiliation does and she lets out a low huff as she leaves the little bastard where he’s dove into his burrow underground. She has better things to do than to wait around for him to come back out and so she abandons the hunt and ventures to the place where Thuringwethil was recovering, surprised to smell a recent trail back to the Hougeda. Eske’s pace is quick, set with purpose as she makes her way there, instead, and pokes her head in. “Heda?” She calls in quietly, careful not to wake any pups that may yet be sleeping, her excitement a palpable tremor upon her voice hoping that her Commander is recovering ( though this seems to be the logical conclusion as Eske does not think she would risk the lives of her children by seeing them when she is contagious or too ill to do so ).