Dragoncrest Cliffs In the cold light of day, we're a flame in the wind.

always have time for you. <3 i'm doing trades counselor and mercenary but we can target this to yours if you want?

Drageda does not offer the same generic routine as Trigeda, or Sangeda, does. The resent upset through all their lands is felt in some form or the other and though they are not at war, or even entertaining the notion, the change from loss of members—along with newer wolves—offers a weird sort of feeling. She does not recognize this pack beyond the sea and though she stands next to the commander, she’s no more connected to the wolves than she’d been before.
 
Helix idly moves through the wood. Her ears swivel this way and that and she noses the air every so often, so when her thoughts are disrupted in order to focus, yellow eyes dart about until she sees a freckled, greyscale child. The woman blinks a few times, having not met this one before (or seen him, for that matter), but the speckled child makes the connection to @Portia, whom she’d met once when around Thuringwethil.
 
“Hei,” she greets, staring blankly at the child the closer he gets.