Dragoncrest Cliffs no room for you on the right side

Thuringwethil had gotten used to an easy lifestyle. Once they moved from Sleeping Dragon to Dragoncrest Cliffs, things had turned around for the better. They faced hardships in the form of new families, an excessive cold, and flooding, but they remained together and had become strong in such a face. She never suspected their time of relative peace would last forever but she’d taken her leisure for granted and she feels years older than she is. It has been a long time without Wildfire at her side and she’s felt the cold reminder for a while and she hates knowing it will be a while still before she’s able to have her back, if at all, for the fear she may not return at all looms.

The cold has settled into her bones and the wind whips off the surface of the ocean, and she stands near the lake aimlessly. She should be on the borders, refreshing her scent there, or training with one of the gona wolves, and she finds herself locked in place in the opening nearby the water. Dio and Eske had taken care of Drageda well enough in her absence that she doesn’t have a lot to clean up and for that she is thankful. Adding more to her plate is the last thing she wants when she has so much to focus on and her thirst for blood increases each day. Perhaps they should fall down on Blackfeather Woods themselves. Finley and Elwood admitted they aren’t warriors themselves, save for a few, but that would require involving all three of her children and she already wants to avoid that if she can.

When Blixen comes into view--as if on cue--she feels a twist in her chest she can’t shake. The girl has gotten bigger in the short time she’d been away. Older. A twist of her lips forms on her muzzle to mimic a smile but it fades quickly and she moves a few feet in her direction to greet her daughter. A pang of guilt rushes up her throat, observing just how much she looks like her mother and her features soften as the distance is closed.

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