Dragoncrest Cliffs that she is under ban

Rae was familiarizing herself with Sapphique. Mainly, their plant life. She could already feel herself slipping back into that familiar obsession — but there was a fresh scent on the wind, so she set it aside for now and followed. A pale, limping girl awaited like a rather meager pot of gold at the end of a flaccid rainbow. Disappointing. Rae put on an aggressively friendly expression that probably came off more intimidating than she meant it, and approached.
Hey! You good? She called out with a forced air of nonchalance. Loser. For real, pop some seeds like the rest of us and move on! Rae glanced over the affected leg briefly, her judgment little more than a flicker in her gaze. It would take a perceptive wolf to catch the hint of disdain, but it existed.