Dragoncrest Cliffs be your own 3 am

Coming to Drageda, however short her current stay is is easily overwhelming. She is limited to where she can but she doesn’t have to stay far from Eske. The cavern is off limits, for the time being, but her guardian doesn’t often sleep there anyway and Étoille told her he was always available, if she needed him. It helps that he isn’t allowed in the same places that she is and makes her feel a little better about the situation.

Still, Furi is uncertain where to go or what she should be doing. The tension in the air here proves thicker than with the scouting group. An entire pack is now mourning and scrambling together and she can only stay in the background, watching as everything fast forwards through and she’s left hanging. She sighs and resigns to aimlessly walking around until she hits the border, strong in scent by the wolves that live here, as well as another that is fresh enough to be present.

She knows little about the others in the pack still, though she may have been briefed by one of her two companions, but when she sees the other girl—a child like her—she feels some of the tension mix between relief and strengthening. She is not the only one close to her age here, she vaguely remembers, but she can feel the anxiety radiating from the petite, fiery form. Furi opens her mouth to say something but nothing comes out, leaving her blank as the other comes into focus with each advancing step.