Dragoncrest Cliffs they're singing along with the banjo

Prince is the first arrive—he’d been at the other meeting, too—and she gives him a single nod. The expression on his face gives her enough information on his odd stance and distance (she doesn’t expect anything less) and waits for the others. With Prince showing up, she almost expects the children to come running but Dio shows up next and the wait for Eske turns great.

Licking her lips, she glances between the two. Not wanting to wait all day, and assuming perhaps @Eske is a little too far to make it in time, she turns to the wocha. “There are no signs of stray wolves anywhere near here,” she tells him, evident that she’d left alone in a vulnerable state, but there’d been no signs of those that hurt Dalia and Portia some time ago. “But the wolf in the sound that knows our language, I ran into him,” she adds, ignoring the scuffle she’d gotten in to with the sound female and the Morningside patriarch. “His name is Kierkegaard. He used to be in Seageda, long ago. He may run with them, and may fight with them, but he is no threat to me,” she assures Dio. He may have been in Seageda once upon a time, and fought with them, but their core is foreign to him and Drageda even more so.

“He says Arrille is gone. Apparently he couldn’t face the trouble he’d gotten into with the sound wolves and took off,” she explains her impression, licking her lips. “But Caiaphas is his mate,” she says in a hard voice, not entirely sure what to make of it but the woman will bow beneath her teeth and if she loses the relationship with the grey male (an already rocky stance), then so be it, but Drageda will not rest until they've taken their justice.