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

Thuringwethil doesn’t get any answer she wants and a low growl rumbles her chest. The fire hasn’t stopped burning and whatever desire she feels reaches out, rooting firmly in aggression. If it wasn’t someone she knows standing in front of her, then they likely wouldn’t have gotten this far.

When he speaks of their leader, a young woman, her eyes narrow and she takes a rounding step forward. He claims to know nothing of the captive situation, the same way the boy did upon her borders, but she is not satisfied with such answers. What kind of pack moved in next door where half of them do not know what is going on? There are things in Drageda happening that she is aware but there isn’t anyone keeping captives while on her watch. There had to have been signs they simply did not pick up, they had to be.

“It is Caiaphas, is it not?” she questions, licking her lips. Her fur drips cold water still and the air whips by her in the open. His expression changes over the course of indifference and amusement but Thuringwethil remains stoic, unamused and unaffected by his antics. They can get a long, perhaps, but ignorance does not prove innocence and if he runs with the sound, he will pay the price for their sins too.