Dragoncrest Cliffs keep it 100

The realization that crosses his face when he turns to look at her leaves her a little unsettled. She doesn’t know much about the wolves from Trigeda, there have only been a handful and most of them women. The men of their kind have been outsiders, such as Dio or Étoille, or born here like Artaax or Bobby. If there had been others, she hadn’t really been around them, but she stands her ground anyway and watches as he approaches.

His crooked smile and wag of his tail contradict one another. The fact he’s allowed in Drageda, had come with Heda, keeps her rooted; surely they wouldn’t bring someone unsavory with them.

”That’s a mouthful,” she says, but is it any different than Thuringwethil? Does he have some easy title, like Heda, to call him? ”I’m Mallaidh. I was uh, looking for Blixen.”