Dragoncrest Cliffs echo astral

Certain jealous tendencies in her were, truthfully, more than a bit riled up that her brother had of course earned his official recognition already—therefore, the Drakru title was officially his to wear proudly with the rest, like the commander. That, maybe more than anything, kind of prickled at her and made her feel sour about not having it yet for herself too.

She was close, she knew it and could almost taste it. When she was working hard towards it every day, trying to get stronger and sharper on her own little watches—it had to add up soon. Her training and mentoring was just a little different than his. But so long as she didn't just lay down and give up for good (not planned), she had to have confidence that she would be Opalia Drakru soon enough too.

In the meantime, she didn't really want to see either of her littermates right now thanks to that certain sort of unease. The pale goufa staked out a spot way east (leaning onto northeast at this point, really) on their borderlands directly pointing at Nova Peak despite the pitiful drizzling weather. She paid the mountain little mind for now though, and went about investigating the scents out this way to determine what was fresh, what wasn't, and where she was supposed to fit into the greater piece here. She had to stay vigilant.