Dragoncrest Cliffs so i'm surrounded

If Aure’d ever been receptive of when words had contrite or condescending airs to them — intentional or no — then she may have been molded into a much more frigid, feudal she-wolf than she’d rarely ever become. So she did not take offense to Verx’s parting words; was entirely unaware of how it may have come from him.

Instead, as she’d noted his ”Be careful” into her secretive self her eyes rounded to full, gleaming moons, as if struck with an epiphany in the wake of Verx’s departure. ”Minunant! Opalia—“ Mud and burrs and melancholy momentarily forgotten, she whirled to Opalia then, some of her former fervency lilting her words: ”How would you feel coming along with me as I forage? Blodreina has, how do you say?—she has upped and went into thin air. It is some ‘high time’ that I should be bringing guards with me, no?”

Her traditional tongue moved clumsily against the more modern jargon she had no idea what she was doing it; but spared an eye for the retreating heft of Verx all the same as she awaited a reply. Things had been said; things that would take mending, for however long. But getting away from the cliffs felt a refreshing endeavor in any sense—