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eske's ears cup forth, her heartbeat like the rapid thrum of a hummingbird's wings in her throat as she hears the sound of nearing footfalls. at first, so focused on her neighbor's territory she thinks it might be one of them approaching and her muscles coil in anticipation. yet, the closer the sound of approach draws, eske realizes with a swivel of an ear, that it comes from within drageda and not the sound. she lets out a low 'hmph', a sound that is almost disappointment as she turns away, brushing her shoulder forcefully against the nearest tree trunk. she will slather her scent all over this stretch of border so that they know that the bringer of death awaits them.

as she finishes she glimpses over her shoulder at the male that approaches him. she recognizes him by glimpse of sight. she tries to think if heda's ever mentioned his name; likely, but it was equally as likely that eske'd been more preoccupied at the time. he is tall, she assess, with an average build. from first glimpse she might've mistaken him for arlo would she not have known that the latter was deceased. "join me?" wanlida invites with a slight gesture of her muzzle.