Snowforest Taiga to come out on the other side of fire;

Temporarily lost in her thoughts, Thuringwethil shifts her weight and takes a few more steps. They are mostly aimless but when a figure pops up over a hill, they cease. Everything stiffens and her head squared, focusing on the silhouette until she's able to decipher who's gotten this close. As Reek's features begun to define, she scoffs and snorts from the back of her throat. She even takes a few more steps forward in an attempt to draw him in while a sneer plays across her muzzle.

It has been some time since she'd seen him, or any grotto wolf, and no matter what changes happen over the months, she always be able to see through him. Perhaps he will not see her without council, or back up, for she fears nothing from the scrawny male. One brow quirks upward and both ears cup ahead as she waits.