Dragoncrest Cliffs we want them to say, damn, these bitches can paint—

blodreina was on her way to hunt some food for the caches, trying to distract herself from the on-coming heat season for her. she feels it in the heat beneath her pelage and the want. the want for ...something. something she had a feeling she wasn't going to find all the pleasant but wanted any-fucking-way. her days spent in isolation as she mourned heda's death have been ...good for her. at least in some ways. it helped her clear her head, helped her realize that the last time she spoke to verx and aure she'd been a total and complete bitch. which wasn't strictly new for her...but more-so than usual. and it falls into her consideration that she should apologize. it wouldn't excuse the things she'd said — and doesn't necessarily change how she felt about either scenario but now that the grief and aggression it's brought with it has been worked through she can see that perhaps it'd been better to keep her opinions to herself. she has a very strict view of things that no one else has and that makes her the outlier... the outsider.

drakru was her home, was her family. and it was high time she started to make amends and bridge those gaps she'd made ...if it was possible. get your shit together blodreina. it was easier if she imagined heda telling her to do it and it hit her harder to think that the commander would be disappointed in her for her behavior.

blodreina gives a start when she comes across aure — all scowling and blubbering something about wanting to be foughten. foughten? was that even a word, blodreina wonders. she's not too sure given her penchant for gravitating towards trigedasleng over common tongue. needless to say, seaglass gaze takes in aure trying to look frightening with the soft swell of her belly and instead of anything else a laugh tumbles freely from blodreina's lips. not a mocking laugh, but one of those unexpected belly laughs ...because there was something extremely funny about a pregnant woman demanding to be fought.

no one's going to fight you, aure. blodreina tells her seriously, despite the amusement that dances in her gaze. a stark contrast from how she last was with the pale woman. why are you trying to endanger the life of your goufas? though blodreina doesn't have a maternal bone in her body — despite the bullshit her body's putting her through as it gets nearer and nearer to her own heat cycle — she isn't going to risk the life of the unborn and she's surprised that aure is so willing to, if not, perhaps, a bit concerned.