Dragoncrest Cliffs the bottom of the deep blue sea

His eyes flicker to the attentive form of Dacio, though they do not linger there long.  Heda continues to ask him questions, and this time he does not have the answers for her.  No, he says, and just as the words fall from his mouth the girl is waking up, and the fur along his spine is raising as his tail straightens.  There is still something within him that sees her as outsider, and he is fiercely protective of the cliffs.  But even if this wisp of a thing wanted to be a threat, she couldn't be — he'd dragged her here unconscious, and it was likely she wouldn't be able to find her way, well, anywhere.

Ibis, he says as his fur flattens back down, this is heda.  His eyes move to Antumbra's, unsure of where to go from here.  Um...