Dragoncrest Cliffs heavy is the crown and yet she wears it as if it were light as a feather

Her lack of quiet footsteps catches the others attention and the woman turns her head over her shoulder to peer back. Ajatar doesn’t move any closer while Eske unravels and stretches, and then offers an invitation of greeting to the fos goufa. The pale wolf does not take initiative to approach just yet and remains where she’s stopped several yards away. After a moment, it may seem she’s going to change her mind and turn tail and leave but she licks her lips and steps forward.

“Wanlida,” she speaks, finally, with an odd flick of her tail. Lack of interest in her voice is nothing too common, for she isn’t much of a talker to begin with. Ajatar much prefers to be on the listening and observing end, watching and absorbing everything she can, and Drageda has offered her a good opportunity. Her interactions with outsiders have been few and far between until Drageda and yet she’s here, still, so far tolerating of those that have taken the ranks.

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