Dragoncrest Cliffs dead men tell no tales

A cry for help. Shadess ears perked with an alertness, her body jumping up from the lay she had at the outskirts of the territory. This was where Shadess spent most of her time now, savor when she allows herself to steal away some time down onto the coast line. Still, she looks for @Sobeille. She watches the horizon for a sister gone too long now. 

The cry brought her in quick paces towards it, yet it was not the voice of a sister remembered. Already her mother and cousin had arrived to meet a woman dirtied and injured. Shadess now crinkled at the scent of her blood. Like Tousaint, she remained behind the border, yet unlike he, she sat down and watched with a curious yet hard gaze. Of course it was a man.