Dragoncrest Cliffs Clothe yourself with all the rough alikes

a howl cut through the air, troublesome to any ankyrian soul that remembered the last time the cliffs bore occupancy. the siren lifted her gaze to the tall spires of stone, prowling towards the howl with a cold and assured purpose.

she came upon a she-wolf looking quite at home in drageda’s graveyard — Caiaphas sized her up in a matter of seconds, her slim muzzle pulled into a thin-lipped stare. by nature she was not possessive of neighboring territories, but it had been twice now a neighbor had the gall to cause her problems; better to vet out any future hopefuls, and if possible, kill them before any were the wiser.

who are you? the crone supplied to the wind, her hawkbit stare settling on kiwi with frigid curiosity.