Dragoncrest Cliffs tired of my turmoil.

The arctic female kept to herself during this exchange between the two darker wolves, having no inkling of the language they spoke or what was even beig said. In the meantime, she studied the grass between her paws.

As the tone of their voices became more pressing, Aure was beginning to focus on the soil with sudden interest. She was pulled out of her single-minded attempt of avoiding the spotlight once more, but Heda’s words made her look up again.

“I appreciate your tolerating me,” letting her head nod modestly away. Wondering at whatever training would be trotted through her mind. “Ze least I can do to repay your aiding me is with some sort of labor.”

To show I’m not entirely without use, of course, she mused to herself. Her own eyes of silver sought to catch Tux’s bronze, to see then what they would do with the dead coyote besides.