Dragoncrest Cliffs If it's meant to be, it'll be, it'll be

Thuringwethil hasn’t spent a lot of time thinking about what the future holds for either of them when it has been so messy. Her primary goal has just been getting to this so they can breathe easy and have less to worry about. Eventually, she needs to get her wolves together and make sure those that remained are still around. Her trust in Ajatar is enough since she is on of their own, from Trigeda, but she knows so little about her.

The licks upon her ears cause them to twitch a little for only a few seconds before she can relax and feel the intended comfort. It’s hard to hold on to, but it’s enough that, if allowed, she’d drift back off to sleep but she is not given that luxury yet. A part of her wishes to remove the crown entirely so she does not have to worry but the commanders will not leave one living vessel for another until their time is up.

”Mmm,” she grunts, though there’s no sway in meaning. She’d hardly considered when she’d been told of the situation. Puppies certainly hadn’t been the first thing to cross her mind having blindly (and poorly) raised the children since the end of the summer. She can’t find the answer in the moment whether or not she wants to do it again after everything that happened. ”Perhaps,” she says slowly, though she doesn’t really know what to say. ”I’m just glad you’re finally back. Ai hod yu in.”