Sleeping Dragon They will never even find what is left of you

Her ears swivel forward upon the call and there’s a fleeting moment where she thinks it might be someone she knows once again. There’s purpose behind the howl but it doesn’t trigger any recognition. While she’d not noticed Toxochely’s voice, it’s not impossible the wolf on the other side of her borders is someone she knows. The wolves back in Trigeda know of her presence, and where to find her, and their invitation have been cleared should they want to rejoin their former legacy. Those that have shown up have been given a sort of pride to once more be rejoined with their Heda.

It does not take long for her to find the source and from the distance she notices the older woman, she knows she does not recognize her. With a sharp inhale of breath, Thuringwethil lifts her head, straightens her shoulders, and arches her tail tight above her spine. A moment later, she’s set in her usual slow swagger in her approach and a brow arched high in question.