Dragoncrest Cliffs good lord, what would that sound like without love.

Heda wants more information. They’re not very good at relaying everything that happened but she knows she’s on the chopping block, especially since Arrille’s presence in Drageda is because of her. She regrets ever running into him on the beach. Maybe if she and Blixen hadn’t helped him, he wouldn’t have ever come this way, maybe he would have died, but all of this would have been avoided.
 
Artaax explains the one that had come with them (or does he think the older wolf had been white?) but doesn’t offer much. She turns to Blixen to see if she knows anymore but she swings back, licking her lips. “The other wolf was grey but… I don’t remember anything specific about him,” she says, having been in too much shock to give him a second thought when the pale boy started blowing off his mouth.