Dragoncrest Cliffs oh, bon-bon was a terror

Ears gracefully crown her skull as the call is made for her attention. Étoille requests for her attention on the border and she turns, making her way in the direction it originated. While she’s seen a lot of the brute around the whelping den, she hasn’t spent a lot of time with him one on one. This is likely to turn into business, hence being so far out, and she wastes no time getting there.

She notes the pale wolf’s companion as she gets close, moving to acknowledge the scout with a dip of her nose before she turns to the tawny canine. Nothing about her is particularly familiar, or impressive, but Étoille wouldn’t have brought some stranger to her borders without good reason so she remains silent in her acknowledgment until she’s given the necessary information.