Sleeping Dragon The rocky road to Dublin

She’d had plenty of encounters with wolves at the borders where she’d been alone but the knowledge Dio behind her gives her an added comfort and she can focus more on what’s in front of her. She seems to be a little lost but Thuringwethil’s nose lifts and she arches her tail a little higher when the girl doesn’t move right away to come or go.

“That depends,” she tells the straggler, one ear flicking away an insect, “we can’t go home until we know you’re gone. What is your reason for being here?”

Thuringwethil doesn’t know if she’ll get much information, or if she really has a purpose other than wandering—maybe she’s lost after all—but she can at least put the effort in. With the water mostly hindering the girl’s smell, nothing particular sticks out to lead her to believe it some other pack nearby, and so she eases some of the tension in her muscles.