Dragoncrest Cliffs if only the sea could sleep

So it would seem the plot would continue to thicken with their neighbors, twisting along from one matter to the next, and consistently making themselves known time after time. His ears tilted eagerly towards their commander as the details spanned onward; he listened carefully, but the centerpiece of it all is obvious enough. Their defense is more paramount than ever, and he finds nothing to argue here.

With the successes in the flatlands to help bolster them, mended behind the passage of time as well as all the distinct advantages of being home, he feels far more game this time than before. They have the strength to pressure back, he knows this, and warriors who will not back down.

As for their foes, he knows there is much more to find out. To know one knows the commander's language prickles at his fur, and despite her return to them, Rose's fate still did not sit well with the pale-furred wocha either so a little retribution on that will never hurt; it's all far too suspicious for his liking and he has never liked that they are there at all, organized enough to make for a thorn in Drageda's side.