Dragoncrest Cliffs in terms of tacos, she was doing fine

She’s gotten used to the borders by now that she doesn’t necessarily need Blixen to lead but she doesn’t mind it. She follows eagerly after her and though she takes them further away from the trees—she’ll sorely miss her scratching posts—she doesn’t complain about it anymore than a soft sigh. It doesn’t take long for her to realize they are going south and they will, ultimately, come to the spot where they’d found Artaax with the body. This time (she assumes) Artaax won’t be there but the corpse will and she shoots Blixen a look to try and convey they turn around. It does not work and she squirms, her stomach churning with the inevitable. She can’t avoid this spot forever, anyway, but that doesn’t mean she has to talk about it.

“Why are you mad at him?” she asks. Furi knows, in a way, but she doesn’t understand. Blixen had complained about him to Heda—Nomi?—right away and fumed about it later. There seems to be a lot unknown between all of them.