Dragoncrest Cliffs leave me a literature of toothmarks & tongue-tracks

It is not Thuringwethil that makes the call, but the brute she has lead beneath her. At first, her heart jumps into her throat and she’s faced with the fact the Heda may have died in battle. She takes a few moments to gather herself before she sets her feet into motion, moving toward the source of the call with an easy speed. She sees Wildfire first, a little more excited than she expected her to be and she wonders if her first assumption is wrong. Her eyes trail for one wolf to the next, settling briefly on Étoille before moving on again and waiting for the information from the next wolf in charge.