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hm. she sighs, her (slightly forlorn) gaze drifting out over the coast. "just a friend," blix says, "she's not missing, she just likes to wander on her own, sometimes." she hasn't cottoned on yet to the fact that mallaidh is avoiding nomi, and by extension, her, and good thing, considering. the woman's answer to her question is curious -- she wonders, belatedly, if she'd belonged to the pack that briefly resided here. if so, blix needs to be more guarded, but the for years part throws her off. 

for now she figures she'll act casual. "i'm guessing you already know about drageda, then," blixen says, with the oblivious arrogance of a child that assumes her home is the world, though her tone is unassuming. she knows drageda didn't always live on the cliffs but they've been there long enough it's not an unreasonable guess in her mind. she adds, "my name's blixen," as an afterthought, and nearly describes furi, but stops, just in case the woman is less neutral than she currently thinks.