Dragoncrest Cliffs hold on to the sky

Once Helix finishes explaining, it doesn’t take long for him—Eurycrates—to start explaining. She is curious right off the bat and as much as she wants to know more, she keeps them to herself. Are they like Drageda? Do they house more than the typical pack? Perhaps they share a life similar to one another and would easily fit in.

As he keeps going, however, he finds the dirt beneath his feet spiked with shit.

She snorts once and looks at him, taking in his features and size and likely strength he carries with him. One on one, he might be a threat. With several members at her side, and a welcoming party not too far off, he wouldn’t be stupid enough to try anything.

He’s right, too; they could use them. They could benefit from what he has to offer but the soiled ground he walks on isn’t what she wants trekking right into her home.

”You have nothing to offer me,” she tells him coolly, gaze hardening. She doesn’t adjust her posture for added threat—her size and strength is apparent enough—but her expression tightens just slightly to show she is not fucking around. ”Leave. Or the sound becomes your resting place.”