Dragoncrest Cliffs hey, sugar plum, look at where we are

She does not have to think far about what he means. They’ve only been in the same situation once. Tux may have followed her a little before that but it was hardly anything worth noting. Instead, she offers a slow nod of acceptance. She’s taught him and Opalia a thing or two about fighting and helped Dacio with his collection. She’s taught the young of Seageda and Trigeda her entire life, and even through her own sons. Only once did she not get the chance in the way her body encourages her but it has been a long time since she’s accepted the loss of her oldest child.
 
“Greeting a wolf at the borders?” she questions with a slight tilt of her head. Lava is hardly a good example. “Or what we do with wolves that abandon our own? Either way,” she starts, curious, “you are a representative of Drageda.”