Dragoncrest Cliffs viciously and fatally attacked by an unknown animal at Claire's

While “having fun” isn’t a foreign concept to Mallaidh, she does struggle to grasp it in the wake of the storm. The wind is blowing this way and that and there were bursts of rain. The sound it makes when it wipes in the open is different than that in the redwoods but a little chilling nonetheless.

“You’re not worried about the storm coming?” she asked, ears twitching upon her head. Is she? Would she be out here if she was worried that much? Part of her kind of regrets it and wants to find shelter but if Blackbear (or Easy?) doesn’t seem to have a problem, then why should she?

“I’m Mallaidh,” she instructs and offers a smile. “Which do you like to be called?”