Dragoncrest Cliffs Pressures of a new place roll my way

Her pack mate isn’t put off by the idea of interacting with her so her tail sways to and fro. She isn’t sure she could handle her fist interaction being negative (luckily she’s avoided Blixen’s mother through all this). The stranger—Eastwood, he says—closes the rest of the distance and she dips her head politely too. “I’m Mallaidh,” she tells him. She’s on the verge of admitting that she’s a friend of Blixen but she remembers the fiery girl is the commander now and the last thing she needs is someone thinking a certain way about her because of the help she had. “Are you from, um, Trigeda? Or Sangeda?”