Dragoncrest Cliffs we're singing hymnals

Ajatar eventually came to a stop, settling in a comfortable distance where she couldn’t smell the border anymore. The howl acted as an announcement of their arrival instead of wolves waiting to get in. Hux and Melchior already lived here, claimed it as their own, and should Thuringwethil be dead, it belongs to Ajatar just as much as them.

When another wolf approached, not giving the two wolves he should know much time of day, she stood stiffly before him. Who am I? Her pale green focused on him for a moment, waiting for one of the other wolves to speak up but she decided against waiting. “That depends,” she told him, glancing back to look at Hux and then once more to the stranger. “Is the commander alive or dead?”