Dragoncrest Cliffs dance break! i wish i had some glow sticks

She’s never more painfully aware of how much she spends with just a few wolves within Drageda than when she’s with the older members. She’s obviously more comfortable around the wolves closer to her age, and Etoille, but he’s not here right now. Portia is nice, at least, and Eljay… well, she doesn’t have a lot of thought on him when their interactions have been limited to the one or two meetings with the rest of the pack. But Portia doesn’t seem to regard how awkward she (both of them, but she’s oblivious to it) and continues on.

“It was a fox,” she says, glancing over her shoulder as as Portia begins to move them, and then addresses what Eljay had to say. The fox is probably long gone by now, anyway, being too smart to linger when it’s life is in danger.