Dragoncrest Cliffs an overwhelming surplus of diggity

The nearby gobble of turkeys drew Vercingetorix's attention, and while he didn't much like hunting--he found it tedious, most of the time--he did like eating, and that tended to outweigh any issues he had with the process. There just so happened to be another hunter tracking the turkeys: a newcomer, by her scent. Just faintly cloaked in the familiar odor of Drageda, enough to not set off alarm bells.

And he'd seen her in the battle, too. Maybe? There had been a lot going on--who really knew.

With a soft chuff, he fell in step beside her. She was younger than he but quite large, sizing up nicely to his massive frame. Verx gave her a sidelong glance, a half-smile tugging at his lips. Hopefully you're better at this than I am, he joked, giving no formal greeting just yet.