Dragoncrest Cliffs dead men tell no tales

fuck you! and fuck your men!

his sister's banshee-cry ripped through the forest, and though it was faint to lafayette's faraway ears, the anger in it was more than clear. something sinister was in the air; he wouldn't linger wondering for long.

he sprinted forward, paws pounding down the well-worn trails. there was sound and movement ahead, and before he could react, a lithe shadow of a wolf whipped past him just a few jumps away.

what— the boy breathed, but then shook his head and increased his pace. shadess's voice had come from further away.

sure enough, there she was ahead, bristling. chacal, moving forward, and chani and manman—

hey! lafayette shouted toward the men—and one scrawny woman—whose scents were alien and sinister in this land. he turned his gimlet gaze toward the wolf named nox and growled as he approached at a trot. leave her alone, you brute!