Dragoncrest Cliffs with walls and towers were girdled round

Determined to beat the bite of the bitterly cold temperatures, he patrolled anyway for as long as he could tolerate it, and this placed him near when the call rose to reach the winds. With a heavy sigh, he turned towards the source with his ears up tall, listening, and was already expecting to be the first to find her before he set to close the distance. This could potentially be a distraction worth looking for, at least.

The pale wocha arrived stone-faced and horrendously serious, all far from the most welcoming of countenances to come upon on the edge of these Cliffs, and even less so lately when after it all, a somber, dire guardian remained in the aftermath of his sorrows. Thankfully each day was greater than the last, and he was persistent devoted to toughing it out if all else failed. Why have you called? he asked when he slowed to a stop, poised and drawn to his height. Blixen may not be far behind him, but he wasn't feeling like stalling much already.

He kept the wondering about her summons' other note for Isleña for later, plus how long until she showed too. It wasn't lost on him that their looks seemed a touch reminiscent (though he only really recognized her in passing), so he hoped her explanations could have time to outrun suspicion.