Dragoncrest Cliffs we're singing hymnals

The howl is a familiar one, quickly joined in by a second that gives her surprise. She’d only sent Hux to retrieve the fos goufa—and more, if there had been—but to receive Melchior on the same trip shakes things up a little. The brute is loyal and dedicated to the wolves of his ways but the absence of his brother is not something she wants to share upon his return. The information about their missing wolves is less than desirable and as each day passes without them, in the absence of their scouts too, adds an extra level of anxiety she doesn’t know how to deal with. However, with the matter at hand, she’s able to set most of that aside and follow in behind Dio’s trail to greet the trio.

Thuringwethil notes the Wocha, then she turns to see the familiar face of Hux and Melchior and, finally the unfamiliar that of the white woman they have brought with them. The distance between Drageda and Trigeda does not give her much of a chance to visit and she has not gone since she’d set up claim in Sleeping Dragon. The fact the woman is unfamiliar to her is not a surprise though the absence of Seregrýn leaves her with questions she doesn’t know they have answers to.

“The commander is very much alive,” she says rather flatly, answering as she hears the question upon her approach. She offers the woman a quirk of her eyebrow and though she is less than in her prime, she still holds herself with the air only a Heda can carry.