Dragoncrest Cliffs ♫ head, shoulders, teeth & tendrils, teeth & tendrils

Blixen backs up and explains her previous comment. It isn’t what she’d questioned but it does make her feel better. Cool. Her ears flutter a little but relax upon her head while she sits, looking down to what little is left of the bird. Feathers, mostly, and what bigger bones aren’t worth eating. Her tail thumps against the ground and her chest feels warm. She’s done something for a pack mate—a friend—and she easily associates it with Étoille and Eske. Her next question disrupts the thought and clears her throat. “Eske thinks a bear came and attacked Melchior while he was on the borders,” she says, remembering what her guardian told her. “There was a lot of fur and blood and we couldn’t find him.”