Dragoncrest Cliffs but she got legs up on the dash

On-guard as he was, he rounded on the girl and snarled, bristling. Once he'd realized she didn't carry the scent of the sound, nor Blackhead and her like, he relaxed, his face transforming into something incredibly sheepish. With a sigh, he shook his head, giving the girl a rueful grin. Even if it was a trap, her sunny aura was too much to resist.

Sorry about that, Vercingetorix said, trying to relax his raised hackles. It's been a hell of a few days. Thought you might be someone else. He let out a puff of a breath, a laugh along with it. Let's start over. What's up? What can I do for you?

She was a little young to be out by herself--well, no younger than the Drageda kids running around right now. Still, the past week had aged him considerably; he felt ancient compared to her. What a fucking shame.