Dragoncrest Cliffs ten thousand bursts of colour

It has taken a while being in Drageda before Ajatar has taken up residence in Hougeda. By default, as a future leader, she is welcome but she can tell the wariness of the other wolves because they do not know her. She is an outsider to them, even if she is not truly one at heart. The cold weather has forced her hand, too, and while she is built for the frozen tundra of the northern lands, the extra wet wind from the ocean has made it often uncomfortable. The cavern offers a different type of warmth and on the coldest of nights, she finds herself in there. Usually she is out of the way and it takes a long time for her to fall asleep and when she does, it is a light slumber that the slightest of movements rouse her to wake.

This night, it is the sound of a cougar in the distance.

Her ears fall back against her head and she shifts, picking her head up. The call is not close to them but she does a quick survey and those that she’d fallen asleep around are still there but only one has stirred due to the bellows of the large feline. Ajatar watches the girl for a moment, shifting her weight for a better look. Her head is pointed up at the sky, staring intently above them. The wind does not whip at the mouth of the cavern, making it easier to decide to get up and move closer. She recognizes her from the other day with Hux though she did not interact with them. After a quick peek at the sleeping wolves, she picks herself up and moves closer. She leaves several feet between them but settles down on a frozen patch of grass to look up and try and see what she is trying to discern from the sky.

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