Dragoncrest Cliffs ♫ & eyes & eyes & eyes & eyes

This time, her question is properly answered and she smiles when he clarifies. She tries to remember if it had been the same sound Blixen made but she can’t really remember. She knew Étoille spoke another language, different from the common tongue and the tongue of the tundra but it sounds smoother than those of Drageda. She wonders how much he knows of their language, too, but it does not become questioned. ”Yeah,” she says with a bit of a shrug. She’d been a little helpful and she didn’t want to admit she missed the man but he doesn’t have to know that. When she glances down, she realizes her first meal with the Drageda wolves had been a fox, later she played tug of war with, and she can’t stop the smirk from her face. ”Do you have any good stories from your trip?”