Dragoncrest Cliffs but she got legs up on the dash

Yeah, of course, he said easily, softening his gaze at her. No problem. There was always the possibility that she was some sort of spy--but if she was, mad props to her, because she was killing it at selling the whole "guileless" thing. He wasn't too worried about a girl, anyhow, sexist as that may come off. If she turned out natrona, he could crush her--and if she was genuine, then he'd love her like one of their own.

He dipped his chin toward the cliffs, half-visible behind the trees. We're Drageda. We live on those cliffs and this forest, basically. There are other areas to explore but you'll see 'em. He clicked his tongue idly, thinking. Uh, I guess we're sort of. . . Vercingetorix struggled for the word, momentarily; sometimes it happened, Trigedasleng being his mother tongue.

Tight? he ventured, brows raised. Like, we're close. We're family, and we don't take kindly to traitors. He thought of Heda's ex-mate and resisted another growl, not wanting to scare Kitten again. But if you do your part and stay cool, everyone will like you. You'll be one of us soon enough--kru.

He lifted his head, staring down at her with a grin. Sound good to you, Kasatka?