Dragoncrest Cliffs waiting for the 7.18

Ajatar does not mind her time spent alone. She does not know these wolves and the few she does know either is in some other pack or scarcely around Drageda. Tirgatao has been busy helping Eske where she needs and now that Thuringwethil and the others returned, equally busy with matters she doesn’t have an opinion about. She should be shadowing behind Thuringwethil, seeing how she handles things but she’s seen enough to know she doesn’t think she’ll be able to learn much from her. Instead of butting in, she decides to wait until things calm down to see what she can garner from spending time with the current Heda.

Even though her mind wanders about the ongoings of Drageda, she’s acutely aware of her surroundings. She doesn’t have a particular direction in mind but she notes the scent of another, someone familiar, in the distance and her feet begin to direct her that way. It is the brute that had gone on both missions, lingering near the northern cliffs that open up into the ocean, and nothing but empty, unclaimed line further up. The woman does not make a sound as she continues her approach, glancing over the water as she slowly comes to a stop somewhere off to the side.