Dragoncrest Cliffs watch those words rise with a smoke

Tirgatao doesn't expect the compliment so when it comes, she blinks once and a bit of her naturally serene composure cracks to reveal the rawness of her emotion beneath. She leaned into the touch and closed her eyes with an uncharacteristically uncertain chuckle, "Yes, well, someday." She replied. The pale woman was not ignorant of the fact that very few true Seageda—Drageda men remained within Thuringwethil's branch. Most of them still lived in Trigeda or, like Arlo, were quite young in comparison to the middle-aged Shouna. And it wasn't like she found the native Teekon wolves abbhorent, but dreams were dreams, and she was allowed to be picky when it came to the father of her children and the guardian of her heart. 

The moment passed and she cleared her throat, "You've been a good friend to me, Heda. I appreciate you." She revealed with a nervous twist of her ear. It was not normal for Tirgatao to be so open about the depths of her own heart, but she felt that, perhaps, it was good to hear it said once in a while.