Dragoncrest Cliffs The Prince And The Dragons

Slowly, the girls picked off from the scene. Thuringwethil watches from her peripheral vision though her slate eyes never leave the boy. She can have a more one on one talk with Seri later but there are questions she has for him she doesn’t want to ask in front of the others. Once they are gone, Arrille speaks but there is still so little to it that doesn’t impress her in the slightest. She studies his face in their brief silence, trying to look under his fur for a scar the Moonspear wolves told her about. It would be fresh and enough to cover his face, perhaps scarred but still fresh and pink. He does not.

“I have been warned of pale wolf with sandy legs,” she says with a slight point of her nose toward his legs. For only a second she breaks her gaze away, searching over the rest of him for any other signs. “Someone that attacks other wolves for no reason.” Her eyes return, narrowing as she leans forward as if she’s going to take a step but does not move her fee from the ground.