Moonstone Quarry if i could fly, i'd be coming right back home to you

The Stormthorn made no bid to move. She was content on the jutting boulder, spanning the length of it the way a cat might smugly occupy a windowsill. Aria had not posed a threat to her yet, and despite her poor run-in with Cicero, Pallas remained the same as always: dangerously and confidently aloof. She recognized the question was rhetorical and issued only a diffident shrug in return.

When the wolf supplied her name Pallas felt no real obligation to return the favor, yet it occurred to her she had spent a long time in the Wilds now without companionship. It may have been time to curry favor with the locals, or at least with the scant few individuals unlucky enough to come across her. "Pallas." She provided, albeit reluctantly. "Why are you here?"