Dragoncrest Cliffs ERESTA

Kheviel watched the festivities and the goodbyes from afar, not truly knowing any of these wolves yet, and not caring that some were leaving. Too old to join in the swimming competitions, she simply found a spot on the sand to lie down and watch, chewing on an old bone. She lay there for hours, unspeaking, and when it was over, she went quietly away back to her den, walking stiffly on aching legs and hips.