Dragoncrest Cliffs swell of the sea

 Since arriving to Drageda his  life has been a series of tasks, a peculiar circumstance of timing. Faced now with having no set goal, no path to scout or pack to infiltrate, Étoille isn't sure what to do with himself. Heal, sure. In a prior life, the opportunity to laze about for an extended period of time would have suited him greatly, even, but he's grown so used to having something to do ... it just feels odd to him.

So he wanders the territory aimlessly until heda intercepts him. "Bonjour," the titan greets. He pauses, and then adds, "how do you greet someone in your tongue?"