Dragoncrest Cliffs tired of my turmoil.

He is becoming more useful to heda with each passing day; today, he has filled his duty as rauna and found another body to fill their ranks.  He hopes he is not wrong about her.  Though she is small and weak, he can tell she has spirit.  Perhaps that will be enough to carry her through.  As heda makes her leave, he looks at the coyote, then at Aure.  He is not used to calling the shots, but it is just the two of them now.  Pick it up, he instructs, we'll put it with the rest.  

He stalks a few steps closer to the borders and casts an expectant look over his shoulder.  You said you have no skills, he says, but what do you like to do?  Perhaps he can help her find something there.