Dragoncrest Cliffs pick up a crew in tortuga

the rustle is noted by a soft tick of rhaegal's ear, but as he can hear the tell-tale click of their joints he knows it is prey and not another predator. his gaze does not search for them.

there is only soft surprise to hear from njord that it's a named herd, that it's been closely tended to by sapphique. it makes sense, of course. hunt it when the herd needed cull but otherwise keep it safe from other packs preying upon it.

or even, other predators.

his gaze moves only when the white doe is gestured to. an unusual sight. i cannae say i've ever seen a white doe before. he murmurs, brow furrowing softly.