Dragoncrest Cliffs Don't forget these tidal waves

what had first been a patrol evolved into something more, once caiaphas detected no dragedan presence along the borders. the further she pressed from ankyra’s giant forest, the more she came to realize that nary a fringe of drageda’s empire remained. 

on past old landmarks used to mark drageda’s claim caiaphas went. on past where eurycrates had been slain, and her daughter seized. on past the battleground of the raid. 

she was incredulous as she went, and on high alert. she did not suspect a trap — it seemed the dogs had genuinely up and left — but still the siren remained on edge. it appeared her assault on vercingetorix had been the final sting to a gradually unraveling wound — and that last word had been enough to send the dogs packing. 

triumphant, the old shrew’s tail arced proudly over her lean hips and her walk took on a cocksure gait. she had made them leave; never again would she second guess herself, or submit under the shadow of a foreign presence. rusalka had fought the bear tooth and claw — and rusalka had persevered. 

her steps slowed as she saw a wolf in the distance, walking as if it were out of place among the abandoned rabble of drageda’s collapsed empire. caiaphas suspected an enemy first — her hackles flared, and she made herself known with a low growl. 

despite her seeming victory, she would not be so casual or careless as to assume no harm could come to her while she was on ex-enemy soil.