Dragoncrest Cliffs I heard we're friends

A downright ruckus had struck the border of Sapphique today, and Maleah was not too fond of that. She trudges, tail high, toward the shrieking call of little Miette; trespassah!
Upon arriving at the scene, quite the sight laid in front of her. I'm from the Rise!
The Rise. She knew that name, she knew that pack; Masquerade came to mind, yes, and there was something else— no, no, she must be mistaken.
She clears her throat, appearing through the brush in a nightwoven flurry. Miette, Astera, her voice comes out in a short huff; doubtful, of course, that they'd listen, but perhaps it was worth a shot. let him speak. You're from the Rise? honey-lemon eyes narrow in suspicion. He is young, visibly; was he lost? What are you doing here? Can we help you?