Dragoncrest Cliffs it's all fun and games until the number of eyes change

Sorry not sorry

It was a toss-up between the commander and her daughter. It might have been easier to decide if Heda spoke the common tongue more often, but then again, the commander's actions spoke far louder than her words, at least to the bird's dark eyes.

The red daughter, however, clearly spoke what was on her heart. To her shaded friend, at least.

The bird listened intently from a few yards away, pecking at a pine cone so as to seem busy to the pair. It did not often visit the ground around wolves, but the pair seemed intent on their conversation. Besides, it was easiest to listen from this position, and the bird had already gained much valuable insight from the pair. Perhaps the red daughter was not what it was searching for, but she had certainly helped the bird's cause.

Suddenly, the dark bird erupted into motion, taking to the air as if startled by some distant sound. But instead of winging away from the predators, it banked sharply toward them and grabbed a clump of red fur from the daughter's flank. Prize held carefully in a dark beak, the bird fled the scene of its crime.