Kileyah

"I'm too old for someone to be wasting my time. Get to the point or get out of my face."

Kileyah is a weathered old bird. On her own since she was barely growing her flight feathers, she had never really known the comforts (or annoyances) of living with a group. She scraped by on her own until her joints ached and the only sleep that fell on her was from sheer exhaustion. However, the slow increase in Eo's makeshift clan led to a shift in her way of living. She and Eo struck something of a bargain -- in exchange for allowing her to rest within the bounds of Eo's territory, she would use her skills as a hunter to bring in food for the burgeoning clan. Content to allow the Skydancer to settle in for nothing but not one to turn down an unexpected boon, Eo agreed.

She sleeps rarely, one eye open. Her cautious habits stay with her even though she now has the protection of many dragons watching her back. Though she lives and works with the clan, she rarely speaks with them, preferring to keep to herself, often spending weeks at a time on the prowl.
That isn't to say she doesn't have her allies. In her short time in the clan, Kileyah managed to collect something of a hunting party, who occasionally follow her out on her long excursions.

She has little time for recklessness, joviality or cruelty, and her no-nonsense attitude can be alienating. But at her age, she's past the point of tolerating those she dislikes. Dragon's tongues are silver, but silence is gold, and she knows the value of each quite well.