Sequoia Coast and between offering and banquet, we devoured the gods

She is not alone for long. Movement happens to her left and she swings her head, watching the grey form trek across the way. Ears cup forward and she lifts her head, tightening her tail above her spine, and crosses into the water in an attempt to cover up some of the scent she’s been giving off the last few days. The last thing she needs is a sound-wolf think she’s vulnerable and starting a war before she’s ready to take them on.

Eventually, he gets closer and she narrows her eyes. She splashes a little against her back side before she makes it out on the other side of a shallow bend. Thuringwethil resists the urge to shake out her fur but by the he’s close enough and his features have defined to the point where she recognizes him. He’s older since the last time she’s seen him (naturally) but it is to a surprising degree.

Thuringwethil’s posture does not change, for she is still Heda, his Heda, even if he has not been in Seageda for some time. She licks her lips and flicks her nose upward in acknowledgment. “En’s yu ain gona chich op,” she says when he is close enough.