Dragoncrest Cliffs Matthew 25:35

A blossom of warmth begins in Asherah's chest at Elohim's happy greeting and the response he gets from Thuringwethil. He asks about the children, and she responds that they are not yet born. Asherah casts a look over the woman's side, wondering if perhaps she is pregnant now and stretching the truth of soon to not disappoint the eager child. Asherah follows and though she looks about as they go she is too tired to truly take anything in. The area looks lovely though, and much different from Sun Mote.

The mention of a shared cave makes Asherah's ear twitch, a memory of her own den turned communal nursery floating to mind. She would enjoy it, she thinks, to live among other wolves again. Wolves who will not leave. She checks to be sure Anatha still follows, and the girl is behind her. She seems interested in this land, in Thuringwethil, though cautiously. Perhaps Asherah is projecting it with her desire to see the girl flourish, but she is unsure.

"Thank you, Thuringwethil. I'm sure we can find a place to sleep." Asherah glances away for a moment. "Are there caches that you stock or do all wolves hunt for themselves?" She is hungry, and she knows her children are. The hunger never goes, but here, she thinks, they may be able to state it once more. She wants to eat, and then she plans to sleep. She hopes that perhaps she can relax enough to drift deep, but she's not sure. "We are safe here?" The question bubbles out without her meaning it to. Are they safe from the outside? Protected by the pack? She has dialed back her emotion and moved back into business mode, mainly feeding and making sure her children are well rested.