Dragoncrest Cliffs in the wake of my name ( worth 1 roomful of kings )

Her ear twitches when she notes Tux’s approach, listening as Eske—Blodreina—speaks about her time with her family. It had been nice seeing wolves she hadn’t seen in a long time, proving to them she is still capable. Their recent win helps solidify both parties she is doing the right thing and losing her family over this only fuels her to prove it even more.

“It seems to be a theme after war,” she says with a grin. Fighting against an enemy is thrilling and doing so with wolves that know your style, can match her antics just as easily, turns out far more successful than trying to fight with the common wolf. The Redhawks are not warriors and Blackfeather was hardly an opponent. “Thuringwethil has been shed for Antumbra," she pauses then moves on, “I am glad you’re home.” Her smile widens and her tail twitches above her spine, gesturing Blodreina to set foot on her home turf once more.