Dragoncrest Cliffs now keen eyes are keener

She’d gotten used to observing at a distance while the Heda and other were away and now that they were back, she can find out more. Having already spent time with Blixen once before, talking a little bit about their ways, she’s more curious now. The only information he has on the situation they are facing is what she’d heard from Heda’s mouth in their return. They won’t be executing their own resources and time until Wildfire here in Drageda and that leaves her with mixed feelings. On one hand, they aren’t wasting anything on an outsider and another pack entirely is taking care of her. On the other, the wolf has still become Drageda, Heda’s mate, and they shouldn’t have left her when she deserves to be taken care of her.

Leaving little room for proper judgment, she supposes it had been a logical decision and Thuringwethil appears to have it together, for the most part. Families are sloppy and messy and she hadn’t known what to expect coming here.

Having absently followed Blixen’s scent, she’s arriving when she speaks to someone else—Cecil, her nose tells her—and she catches him stalking in the background but the girl has noticed. A smirk appears on her pale feature and Cecil catches a glimpse of her, bows, and then turns and leaves. Ajatar watches him disappear. She hadn’t truly dismissed him but he had become an annoyance and a single look worked well. With a quirk of her eyebrow in amusement, she slowly turns to Blixen with a slight roll of her eyes—boys—and a smirk on her features.

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