Dragoncrest Cliffs Dark knights - the king has come

“Grass by any other name doesn’t change that it is grass,” she tells him with her eyes narrowing. Claiming it means nothing doesn’t make the wolf trustworthy and the kill at her feet just adds to her suspicion. A low growl rumbles in her throat and she glances once toward Dio with a subtle dip of her nose. Thuringwethil draws her gaze back just as quickly as she’d turned away and took one slow, careful step forward. He used his one chance explaining faulty logic as if he is hiding something.

Still, Thuringwethil presses closer with another step and flash of her teeth in warning. “Leave,” she tells him, locking her legs into place should he nod take her advice and turn tail.