Dragoncrest Cliffs and suddenly,

When she reached the (vague) point of the finish line, Aure looked over a shoulder to see how far heda had gotten—and her face crumpled into something rather sheepish, leaving her to lower her head with a bit lip. ”Oh, ah...” Waiting patiently for the dark she-wolf to catch up, before giving a modest flick of her tail and falling into step alongside Antumbra.

”How... how have you been faring?” the kru tried, and then started, as if stricken: ”How are your wounds? Have they been aggravating you? I can inspect them, if you would like me to.” Her bright eyes glanced over Antumbra’s battle-born form, a crease of concern deepening between her slim brows. But she held herself back; not wanting to seem ruthlessly fussing, but at the same time unable to not be.