Razorback Ridge until it was all torn away

She had shouldered Hui, Wördronna, again. 

Hunched tensely, spine pressed against the wall as if it could absorb her, gaze intently studying the dark paws opposite her, auds pinned but listening forevermore as her quickened pulse seemed to fill the space between them. 

"Apologies, ser," the botanist rasped, uncertain of whether or not she believed him - best to apologise, just in case it was the truth. Her hostility wasn't really meant for him. 

"I suppose I'm just nae very fon' of Takeshi," Awenfen tried to explain, something wartorn quirking at the corners of her lips.