Dragoncrest Cliffs we can never go back, we can only go on and on

i hope you don't mind me & eske. c:

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Eske’s ears rose, alert atop her skull as a howl tore asunder the serenity that Eske found in the methodical routine of patrolling. Unless she came across a stranger or, as in this case, someone let out a summons to the wolves of Drageda they were usually quiet and did not quite take the concentration that she found herself exerting towards her hunter trade. Though Eske was sure to put effort into it and devote her one hundred and ten percent to it when she was hunting or tracking it was her secondary trade and it would never come before her duties as Gona. The warrior princess sought to waste no time as she trotted towards the origin of the howl, her sea blue-green eyes falling upon the pale woman.

Eske’s tail curled over her spine in a display to show that (for the moment) she was the one in charge here. In truth: she held no power. She was just a Gona but she took her duties as Guardian seriously. “Chon yu bilaik? Hakom yu kamp raun hir?” Eske asked of her in her usual demanding fashion, wondering if this woman was of Seageda as the newest of the Kru’s had been or if Eske would find herself needing to translate to the common tongue.

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