Dawnlark Plains Stop, what the hell are you talking about?

She rose as a phoenix from the ashes, her fire burning bright and savage as she regarded the pair of them, a glint to her eyes — eye, he noted then — that shone feral and proud. It reminded him of the woman he had met upon the cliffs, funnily enough the very woman that the one before them had butted heads with, though he would likely never come to realize how small the degree of separation truly was.

Her pride was not something that he would dismantle, allowing his subordinate to answer her question, watching the way her weight shifted in preparation for something. To fight? To run? Livered eyes appraised the woman a moment more as Kigipigak stepped to the side before posing his own question. You are at odds with the wolves of the cliffs?