Dragoncrest Cliffs take it on the run, baby

”I would appreciate tracking, or hunting,” she began, and then sheepishly chuckled, ”Or even all three. Tracking eludes me, and a successful hunt is by pure luck or ze elemental of surprise.” Her tail swayed, refinedly amused at the prospect of a blind father teaching his youngers to chart; but kept the words between a bit lip and tongue. ”I confess, I have been looking at ze stars for most of my life... sometimes I wonder if I should attend to herbs, or histories.”

Ending her soliloquy with a shrug of a narrow shoulder, she nodded at the thanks that was given, but couldn’t help the soft giggle when she heard the brana’s name. ”Blackbear?” Lips pressed, she glanced over at the she-wolf, a bit apologetically, ”Forgive me, it’s only... ze last name I would expect.”

”It is loveable name, of course! I am Aure.” Looking down in a sudden bout of giddiness, she relented, ”When I was little, ze other whelps used to say that my name was ze sound that a seal makes. Like, ahm, a... a bark, I believe?” Obviously, this was in an attempt to turn Blackbear from the hurt the pallid she-wolf’s jesting might’ve caused.