Dragoncrest Cliffs Don't forget these tidal waves

For a moment she allowed the breeze to caress her salty pelt as she observed a grey, thundering sea-storm brewing in the distance like an idyllic irony. She smirked and chuckled, half out of ambitious eagerness, half out of self pity for having to go back home after all.

But the thought was cut short by the rumbling threat that approached her from behind. Julep turned, facing the black headed siren with her bare fangs in defensive standing. She had a hard time sniffing the other out with the wind against, but what little she could pick up from her aroma she wasn't one of the former tenants of the clifflands, which had been Julep's first guess, so she figured whoever was approaching her hadn't been in good terms with Drageda before its fall.

I'm just passing by, Julep said, too tired from traveling to care for a fight, I'll leave if that's what you want, but I didn't come across any markings. This is not your claim, but If Caiaphas pushed it she would get a piece of Julep's bad attitude.