Dragoncrest Cliffs what follows; me as the whitest lace of light

Prince expressed his lack of regret over coming to Drageda but his sorrow about his friend. Ajatar knows little about the other wolf but something never quite seemed right. Misguided and lost in their ways, a Trigeda wolf wouldn’t have turned her back on their own. She licks her lips but holds her tongue, instead avoiding any sort of confrontation for the brute that obviously was in pain. Instead, she turns her head when he offers a suggestion on activity and she nods, letting him decide or lead the way or his choice.