Sleeping Dragon in the space between chaos and shape, there was another chance

Thuringwethil watches as the information revisits Hvitserk and for a moment, he doesn't have anything to say about it. Never being one to speak much, it doesn't surprise her and she thinks she'll move on until he does pipe up. One brow raises as she considers the question and, at first, he sounds like a statement but she notes the change anyway. Without wanting to coddle them too much, and to give them their freedoms, she still has a duty to keep them safe. The adults of the pack are more than capable but at a few months old, she knows an intruder can mean a lot of harm.

"You don't trust anyone at the borders. Not at first," she advises. While information to keep in mind now, and to keep him safe, she rolls one shoulder as she continues. "You have to determine where they are. If they are a respectable distance away is a good indication. If they are trespassing or disrespecting of our wolves or claim, you make sure they leave. Remember to trust your gut," she adds before picking her nose up and taking a long breath for nearby scents. Still, nothing is out of the ordinary, so she returns her focus to the goufa.