Dragoncrest Cliffs there are echoes of thundering hooves

"... Lig diobhail le haghaidh Drageda thuitfidh ar an namhaid ina ionad," she murmured softly as she walked the border, though she stopped abruptly as a male came up behind her and chuffed a greeting. Emaleth stood, stiff-legged and cautious as she inhaled to analyze his scent— though upon sensing that Thuringwethil's was intermingled, she relaxed substantially. Though she had forged much of her life anew in the past weeks, small talk was still not one of her strengths, and when she spoke again it was for an awkward, "Hello."