Sleeping Dragon A New Wolf

The wolf drops her head before she speaks and Thuringwethil settles back, easing the urge to chase the loner away. They were doing well with the members they had but she was used to a much bigger populous that extended beyond one single pack’s territory. Her grey eyes narrow as she takes a step forward as the other speaks what she may or may not be good for. With their claim official, she didn’t offer easiness an option.

“Show me.”

Winter is upon them, making prey harder to find. The wolf isn’t much to look at but, perhaps, she’d be proven wrong. Her tracking skills would be put to the test. “Don’t go south of the river,” she warns. The wolf might not be of her own yet but she isn’t going to risk a run-in with their neighbors over some straggling loner.