Dragoncrest Cliffs See, Winter comes to rule the varied year

Well. On second thought, maybe not together.

Kheviel snorted in dry amusement, then took in her surroundings, unimpressed. She had roamed far and wide in her six years and had seen all that nature had to offer, and now nothing impressed her anymore. Perhaps this was sad; she did not care. She glanced at his den as he pointed it out, grunting in acknowledgement. At his question about going to see the healer, she grunted again, nodding her head, then put the fish down and said, Is there a cache I can drop this fish into first? My jaws ache.