Dragoncrest Cliffs with walls and towers were girdled round

That answered that, already, and for knowing they had her family among them--the last of it in the area, evidently--should add some weight to their cause here as unsurprisingly now, she sought to join them. Plus, something about her handling of this told him she knew a bit of what to expect here, like perhaps a vague enough familiarity of Drageda. He wasn't sure if this was a good, or bad thing yet but at least she seemed good at acting that way.

And in the wake of so many major losses, her assurances spoke their magnitudes. She offered to prove it, and he took a slow, single step closer while leaning off on it. His adjustments were subtle but he would like to see her do so soon, if only as a quick glimpse. We need the strong. Warriors, and guard, to start.. he said. Those not afraid to face the potential of war, or turbulence as the cliffside wolves could be keen to find--and he wasn't overlooking their hostile neighbors who still posed an ongoing problem when they had litters on the way, too. 

What he wanted for Drageda were those able to hold their own, most of all. So, show me, the wocha quipped, offering a flagged tail and a feint forward towards her space to tell her what he meant with the click to his teeth. He could see how she could take to that, and gave her the chance to answer before he pressured her again for an exchange of motion, and if she knew what she was getting into, jaws too.