Ankyra Sound Whisper

Heph followed his gaze towards the island, noting them and storing the information away. Another pack on the coast, she wished Samani might have seen it, Rodyn had wanted to build trade all over the wilds and yet it felt as if more and more packs were forming right on their doorstep. Like a dream that continued even into the first moments of waking. At his query though she turned her attention back towards Ocean's breath. "Yes, just up the plateau in a pack called Moontide." Gesturing there she pointed it out, somewhat muted in the distance, but everything on the coast was east and west and even if he could not clearly see it the direction would not lead him astray.

A tired smile. "Welcome to the coast. If your wanderings ever take you towards the plateau feel free to call at our borders, we welcome trade and help where we can." She rolled over his words in his mind, and her curiosity tugged at the fatigue in her, briefly allowing her to think and speak. "What does it mean to be a Speaker of the Druids?"