Luneshale Pass would never fail you

dracarys makes a low, considering noise in the back of his throat as she speaks so callously about her wounds, even jesting to rub some dirt in them. only to prove that she hadn't been jesting by doing just that.

dracarys draws back a few steps to give her space, realizing that he's invaded her personal bubble. when i was a cub, we'd let the sea wash our wounds. which only goes to remind him how very far from home he's wandered. still, the siren prince felt that he belonged here.

though it was too early to know if that meant verapaz or the desert in general.

we should let @Soto know. perhaps he can assist. dracarys suggests, casting a gaze at their kill(s).