Altar of Twilight your heart measured in mountains fell and climbed

Her group of wolves isn’t close enough to cause harm, or for them to know they are there without further investigation, and she hadn’t pressed any closer of the pack’s territory, but she still has their attention. It does not surprise her. If someone was loitering a territory adjacent when she was near, she’d do the same.

For a long moment, she doesn’t know what to expect, but one of the dark women speak up and Thuringwethil nods her head once. ”I’m looking for a missing pack mate. She left to visit family two moons ago and didn’t return,” she explains smoothly, shifting her weight and completely turning around to face them. Searching between the two, and even in the bright moonlight, their distance does not offer much to distinguish one from the other. She is able to note a scar under an eye of one and a torn ear of the other.