Sleeping Dragon kicked my heart to baltimore

She’d heard the first call and while it had not been for her, left her curious. The fact it had been for Wildfire specifically only increases it but she does not break from what she is doing, nor does she stop her tracks from heading in the direction it came. It is only when the second call is made, for her, that sends a flutter through her system and an extra speed in her step as she made her way to the borders. There’s no urgency in the call, leaving Thuringwethil at an even pace as she comes upon a rather odd scene.

Heda looks to the strange woman first, then Wildfire, followed by the two young wolves accompanying them. A questioning glance is shot toward her mate as her stature remains tightened and her head square above her shoulder. She nods once but does not sweep up next to the fiery ambassador as much as she likes. Instead, stoic as always, she waits for an explanation to unfold.