Dragoncrest Cliffs shoot for the moon; if you miss you will die in outer space, which is cool

Isleña did not really receive the greeting she was expecting. The startled girl whirled upon her and questioned her, asking her what she was doing there despite having every right to exist there, at that moment. Isleña did not answer immediately, tactfully biting her tongue to keep unkind sentiments from offending the very wolf who had invited her into Drageda. In the end, what she could correctly verbalize ended up being “Walk…” and when she felt that explanation did not suffice, she supplemented with “Night, is nice.” but Mallaidh was undoubtedly on edge, and was probably more deserving of the questions regarding her nocturnal ventures. “But you?” Isleña inquired, cocking her head inquisitively to denote that she was turning the question back around on her.