Dragoncrest Cliffs with eyes painted gold

eske focuses for sounds outside of drageda's borders, eyes, ears and nose alert for anything that didn't belong. the voice of a child did not belong. it grabs wanlida's attention immediately and even after she deduces that it comes from within drageda's borders she is still not soothed. concern furrows her brow as she adjusts her course for interception. a frightened rabbit runs on by her. eske's gaze follows it for a second but ultimately dismisses it as the one of heda's youngest brood comes galloping into her view. "where's the fire?" eske asks the young girl, tone light and amused. concern morphs her expression in earnest though especially when the familiar forms of wildfire and heda do not make themselves present. the girl, kiwi, is much too close to the borders for wanlida's comfort. though the northern side ( for the moment anyway ) appears to be much safer than the southern side that brushes ankyra sound where the bear haunts it is still a dangerous place for one so young to be. too much could go wrong.

"you won't catch it," eske tells the girl bluntly, hoping to grab the girl's attention before she has to chase after her and corral her back into drageda's territory. "besides," eske draws on a breath. "you shouldn't be this close to the borders. it's not safe." wanlida's disapproval is near palpable. "we can hunt something together? i have a few tricks i could teach you." eske offers to the rambunctious child. at this point, eske was willing to do anything to usher the girl a safer distance away from the borders.