Dragoncrest Cliffs son of none

This was about the time every night that East found himself patrolling the borders of his new home. He had little else to keep him busy aside from his exploring of the territories around Drageda, and getting familiar with the land offered a good distraction. 

The scent of a stranger halted his steps; it was fresh and close, so he wasted no time following it. His mistrust of strangers ran deep, instilled in him from a young age, and so he naturally associated the smell of unknown wolves with the potential for danger. He arrived to find the commander already questioning the dark stranger and calmly walked closer, holding back a little to make it clear she was in charge, but offering his silent support should it be needed. He offered no words, but instead watched and waited, ready to protect as always.