Dragoncrest Cliffs Witness Marks

Solemnly, the pair guided the sea-weary traveler to the lake, where cool, fresh water awaited him. Along some of the banks, ice had begun to grow though it was thin, still, and fractured under even the faintest bit of weight.

He drank greedily, and she uttered a soft noise to bid him to slow down- otherwise, the water might come right back up. Still- she didn't move to stop him, and sighed softly. She had brought him to water and he drank; any lesson he took from this experience he would learn on his own. He sank, his belly full of cold water, and she eyed him with calm scrutiny, knowing that the pain would either pass, or his body would eject the source.

Her expression smoothed, however, when he spoke a name she did recognize.

"Caracal," She repeated, for her son's ear. The name was associated by the kind woman who had received the fleeing party of wolves from Sapphique who had sought refuge from the bear's attack. Heda's reputation earned the ill lad some favour from the Tanzanite. Her husband, however, had not made the best impression on the Obsidian, and secret things whispered between sisters made her more curious as to why the boy had chosen to mention only his father's name. For Heda's sake, however, he would be granted hospitality.

"You be from Sweet'arbour, den.
Your mot'er, Heda, she be a good friend.
We will care for you until you are well." She stated. Implied, she hoped, was the fact that he would be returned home once he was mended. Quietly, she watched him- wondering what he might take of having only his mother's name spoken.