Dragoncrest Cliffs [RAID] can you believe anything?

This was Raleska's second excursion into potential battle, and like any soldier, no matter how much you trained, it never amounted to the real thing. Raleska had been on edge all evening, jittery even as Caiaphas announced the company's move into the cliffs above. Her adrenaline kept her heart racing, and her body seemed possessed of a fuzzy, otherworldly tension.

She was right on her mother's heels as they moved, falling in step with the march of their grim company. Once upon Dragoncrest soil, Raleska paused as her mother's hungering cry echoed over the canopy and settled through the cheerless air: it was not a howl she ever wished came upon her.

Determined, Raleska slipped into the woods demarking Dragoncrest's borders, avoiding where she had once been captured by Dragedan sentries (and where Eurycrates had been dispatched, a memory she wished to keep dead rather than alive). If Kiwi was here, Raleska was determined to find her; all she could think of as she scouted the territory for any sign of their new enemy was that if this was what revenge felt like, she loved the taste of it.