Dragoncrest Cliffs Go get your brother love

A group nearby.  Not bordering, but she wondered how close.  Rosalyn's ear turned a bit at the 'miss', and for a moment a little interest colored her up until now annoyance.  That wasn't a term she was referred with often and peculiarities like that gave some color to the strangers she met.  She used to get a larger kick out of it, but the novelty hadn't died entirely.

Farther south, she answered vaguely.  If this wolf happened to have contact with the previous tenants here, she had no desire to allow remnants of Drageda know Rusalka once more moved among the cliffs.  They could find out after the decision was made and the claim was staked.  We were looking at the cliffs, but also for someone.  A... young man, dark, with light green eyes.

Boy had been the word that almost slipped from her lips instead, but it was no longer quite true.  Valravn was on the cusp of adulthood, still so much like a child, but with an appearance that would lend this description more credibility.  It was hard to believe how much they'd all grown.

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