Blackfeather Woods and i've got a strong urge to fly

apologies for holding this up!

It was not that Jakoul was disinterested but her language skills were not as vast (or fast, for that matter) as her co-leads. Tundra spoke with a swift fluent-ness that the newly crowned Morta could only grasp keywords from.

Threat. Attack. Defenses. Alliances.

Silence settled within the group of reigning woman before something was spoken from the Decima again. Jakoul did not bother adding words to the growing conversation. Her skull merely tipped towards the earth to offer a nod of understanding. The company would be helpful on a trip that likely required more flourished conversations.

Her eyes roamed — an undeniable fondness in her gaze — to look towards their Nona as she gave the last verdict on the suggestions that had been provided. Trouble was to be avoided, an easy enough task at the end of the day. Or so she hoped.

Silent she still remained having not found a thing to fuss with.