Duck Lake a queen i am, but my throne is made of burned bones

For a long time, Thuringwethil had a hard time believing her home was gone. That she left her wolves in shambles, that she betrayed her former commanders—despite what her dreams translated to—but through it all she came out on the other side. They avoided a war, survived a famine, and now their future is on a ledge, waiting for an answer as a tipping point. With the shift of her home coming in the future, she will eventually be able to see herself without the sea, where it is only Drageda that has her attention.

“It still lives on, just… not in the same way,” she tells him with a shrug of indifference. “Drageda. On a mountain north east of here.” There’s plenty she could say, comfortable enough to give out, but how he’d come to these Wilds all the way from where she’d seen him last, leaves her curious. Where he’d gone after his escape, she’d never been able to find out, and eventually he’d been temporarily forgotten. “What of you? Where are you now?”