Dragoncrest Cliffs the brightest shade of sun I had ever seen

Hougeda was as good a central point to meet as any, and an equally good place to solicit a conversation. Though many of the clansmen weren't allowed in side (Tirgatao, herself, was rarely permitted), it served as a decently busy hub for those coming and going. But she was certainly surprised when, after waiting a few moments, the figure she summoned did not come from within, but from the woods. Her coppery eyes lifted as she spotted the similarly cloaked woman, only feel a thrill of energy, followed swiftly by the warm wash of familiarity ease over her spine. 

Ajatar! A kind smile touched Tirgatao's lips at the sight of her old student, and she bows her head to hang on a level plain with her spine. She hadn't forgotten the respect she was expected to give towards the Fos Goufa—though their ages were very skewed away from one another. The young girl of her memories had grown into a beautiful, self-assured (judging from the centered steadiness of her form) wolf. Though she did not often gloat, she was secretly pleased that her own hand had a part in sculpting their future Heda. 

Initially, she had worried that it was not, in fact, Ajatar that came to them but another (newer, stronger, braver) wolf. But her doubts were eased now that she knew the truth, and she offered a friendly sweep of her tail as she approached. "Ajatar," she breathed, "You've grown so! It does this heart well to see you here in Drageda." She said, enthused. "Have you settled in well? Do you require anything?"