Dragoncrest Cliffs i like the sprinter better.

no. no relatives. sobeille confirmed, stern-faced and slightly prickly. he’d called her weird — but she wasn’t weird, and there wasn’t anything wrong with her — no matter what the bones said. 

in any event, she wasn’t going to linger. it sounded like her personal hell hanging out with cayetano (though she had noticed he’d spent a lot of time with kheviel as of late). lifting her body nimbly from the sand, sobeille gave him one last reaffirming stare to measure if he was committed. 

hard to tell. sobeille flicked her tail and began to walk back towards the darkened jaws of the tangle.