Dragoncrest Cliffs a hundred stories, a hundred lives

I should mention all italics are her native tongue.

She notes the movement in the corner of her eye as the bird flies through her vision and settles somewhere out of sight. There is a familiarity to it she can’t necessarily pinpoint, knowing she hasn’t seen a bird anymore than normal. Thuringwethil brushes the though off a she returns her attention back to Hvitserk as he offers something pitiful in return. He speaks of his promises, instead of shows her, and she decides she’s as far enough into the territory than she wants him to go. “In a few days, some of us are leaving for Redhawk Caldera, and we are going to war with another pack east of them,” she tells him. Nova Peak gave her no answers but perhaps another warrior. “Rest the next few days. You’re coming with us.”