Dragoncrest Cliffs inside the lines

Arlo watches Wildfire clean the coconut of water and he holds his breath, expecting her to want more, but she doesn’t add anything on to her appreciation. She settles back down and Arlo’s gaze turns away when Portia talks to him. With a glance back to the bandrona, instead of speaking where he stands, he closes the distance between the healer and himself. “There is a pack that wants to settle nearby,” he says. “I don’t know exactly where, but close enough to warrant this meeting.” Seageda—and Trigeda—hold on to their personal space when their hunting grounds expand far enough, when their populous is far greater than what Drageda has known. If their lands cross over with the pack, he does not expect the meeting to go well, but he does not voice the concern where he does not have all the information. It isn’t something he can control, either, until he hears them home or their summoning.