Dragoncrest Cliffs if only the sea could sleep

heda's call rises, breaking eske's concentration as she walks her patrol on the eastern border. the wanlida pauses, ears cupping forth to attention atop her skull as she attempts to trace the origins of the commander's call by the sound. she kicks up a few clumps of dirt and grass to leave her mark upon that small section of border before she diverts her course and heads in the direction of heda's call. though she moves quickly and with concise purpose she is the last to arrive she notes as her pace slows upon reaching the small gathering. her eyes touch heda first, then dio, then atajar, furi, prince, hush, blixen, artaax and lastly to wildfire who lingers near her children before her gaze diverts and re-focuses upon the commander as eske takes her place among those summoned. eske suspects the nature of the commander's call given whom heda has rallied to join her and a trill of excitment and anticipation shivers down her spine as she awaits the commander's words.