Ravensblood Forest the moon lives in the lining of your skin

 Though his time with Drageda has been short, he's been tasked with something important. Étoille is not privy to all of the details yet; he'd never had a chance to meet Wildfire. But the man is driven by loyalty and his words to Dio at the border had been true, and so he applies himself seriously to the task at hand.

The only thing he knows of his companions are their names, and so he cannot help but watch them thoughtfully as they move. (It's a bit of a bad habit - he'd done similar with Mirabelle, though he demures easily). Their leader - Eske, their .. fleimkepa, he thinks? - has chuffed: the beast pauses. Ah. He scents what she does - a fledgling claim to territory. Étoille does not find himself particularly bothered by this. There is no pack, and so there is no proper claim yet, and their numbers are such that they can handle any scuffles, he is confident. He agrees silently with Eske's decision, head dipping slightly, but does not bother to speak. Instead he falls into place, an impressive figure to flank her, and moves forward, watching for signs of life - and threat - within the forest.