Blacktail Deer Plateau Washing what you know out to sea

dauntless’s brown gaze assess her, offering a minuscule dip of his muzzle in acknowledgement to her own that tells him she has no ill intent. he doesn’t entirely relax though — he’s still on sentry duty and he’s not overly willing to take a complete stranger on their bespoken body language. not when he thinks of easy and arushi and believes that it’s his job to protect them as their brother ( even if he is the youngest ). wraen. aspiring scout from moonspear, she tells him; as she beckons to to the looming spear tip in the distance dauntless’ gaze follows the movement for a moment as he processes the information and then looks back to her as she speaks again. tall, young wolf with reddish-brown fur? he thinks of engel and raid — though he reminds himself that engel probably isn’t young enough to be referred to as young. as for raid, dauntless knows very little about the girl. they never really spoken but he knows her face and name ( and frankly that holds true for most of the wolves of morningside which he makes a mental note to amend at a later time ). “there’s a wolf of that description; her name’s raid,” dauntless offers with a rasp of his salmon pink tongue across his jowls as he looks to wraen to either confirm or deny it as the same wolf. “you seemed to be lost in pretty intense thought when i approached you.” dauntless invites the shift in conversation, wanting to address why she’d been so close and ( as far as he’s aware ) lingering.