Dragoncrest Cliffs "With it or on it."

Like the others, she had heralded Mallidah’s call for aid.

Unlike them, she wavered on that craggy threshold from redwoods to battle. 

Her hesitancy didn't come from the fear of a skirmish, as much as it was an urge to hold back.

As the flemikepa, skayona, and a cream-cloaked she-wolf took arms to assault that dastardly intruder, Aure couldn’t help but linger back. Perhaps it was a foolish hunch, and she should haul ass to help—but something didn’t feel right.

Why was there only one of Rasaulka’s?

The spirit of her body and blood strained towards the snarls and whines and heat of hate. Her bones beckoned her to follow reason of her basic instinct. But instead, her brow furrowed, taking into account their surroundings; bright, keen eyes narrowing in on redwood beyond and foliage close to them all.