Dragoncrest Cliffs 'Do' or 'do not'; there is no 'try'.

She answered his scrutiny with one of her own, and the ridge to his hairs kept her sharp--on guard, but unafraid, for she didn't believe her boundaries overstepped, even if she felt her shoulders get prickly back at him thanks to it. She didn't have Dacio at her side for once, but with the Cliffs underfoot, her boldness got its lift that way with ease. So that's what she calls herself now? Kiwi, right? the gold-furred gona scoffed softly, but settled him with a long look that was well aware of his tension. Where was this guy when that bear had come for Kiwi's mountain, anyway? And, at least he didn't look like Rusalkan, so that was another fact in his favor.

Anyway, she had nothing to hide so tilted up her head a small fraction. I'm Opalia Drakru. I lived here, so was visiting. Kiwi abandoned Dragoncrest once already, I don't really see why that makes her the true master, she provided, whether he wanted it or not. Maybe he'd shed some light on it, since she obviously wasn't sold from what Dacio had carried back with him from meeting with Wildfire's daughter himself.