Sleeping Dragon Knock me off my feet

Thuringwethil doesn’t leave the spot she’s dropped her pinecone and watches the awkward exchange, eyes landing on Wildfire as she stiffens. Her head tilts a little, looking her over quickly to make sure there is nothing to attend to and then to the elder wolf that has fallen silent. Wildfire then rushes into her words and she realizes she hasn’t come very far into the conversation and neither of them had been waiting long with one another.

“This is Uleön,” she says though isn’t sure she should introduce someone for them. Her slate eyes turn apologetically but the girl has her point. “Thank you for keeping her company. You may go.” Perhaps if the older woman has been a member for longer than she has, had reached the potential she’s spoken about, she might been allowed to stay, but Thuringwethil is far more interested in the information the girl has waiting for.