The itch to see the ocean had made an imprint upon her already. While she had Wildfire by her side, she remained the only leader, and while she had struggled to keep her head together, it had been nice for when her paws needed to scratch the ground again. Now, limited on her travels, she keeps herself busy.
She lingers nearby Gyda's den, hoping to catch sight of one of the puppies. They'd spent more time out of the den lately, thanks to the warm weather, and Thuringwethil hunkered down by the entrance. She exchanges a few pleasantries with the mother before she noses around in an attempt to reach one of them.
@Thyri happens to be closest to her and so her tail thumps a few times on the ground, hoping to get a rise out of the little girl.
The child was finding her energy. As she was growing, the discoveries that she made were enough to fill her small body with spirit and light. She would rise from her slumber with a fresh breath and seek whatever adventure laid beyond the mouth of the den. While she could occasionally catch sight of an interested visitor, nothing excited her more than the prospect of someone knew to play with. The dark figure of the Heda was that object - at least on that day. The feeling of a cold nose against her side was enough to rile a squeak from the baby dragon. Her mouth parted and she attempted to clasp it to whatever had touched her.
The thumping of the Heda's tail drew the pup forward and she peered with intense blue eyes at the wagging shape. Of course it was connected to a much larger figure, but Thyri was far more interested in the pieces that moved. Crouching low, the storm chaser prepped her tiny body for war and darted forward with jaws agape.
The young dragons happen to be the only puppies Thuringwethil has spent a significant enough time around. She knows the basic idea when it comes to puppies and her own instinct will often remind her of the little details. So as Thryi begins her dance, focused on her wagging tail, Thuringwethil is happy to sit back and see what might happen. To entice the puppy, she speeds up the appendage with a few thumps to eggs the girl on and before she knows it, she’s pouncing forward.
However, what she doesn’t realize, is how sharp puppy teeth are.
She grunts in surprise, jerking her rear but it is not enough to remove her from the tiny weapons in her mouth. Thuringwethil swallows and shifts, trying to wiggle her tail free of her grasp without startling her, grinding her teeth together to temporarily bare the pain.
Her paws struck against the wagging tail first, allowing the young dragon to hold it in place for a moment so that she could sink her tiny puppy teeth into the flesh of the tail. Thyri was surprised by the taste of fur in her mouth, and she halted her attempt for a moment while she ran her pink tongue along the points of her teeth. The Heda had jerked her rear end, though only enough to scoot the pup a few inches. When she had gathered enough courage to bite into the tail again, she found that she did not like the taste that it left in her mouth and so her attempt to hold fast to the thumping appendage was abandoned. Instead, she fixed her baby blue eyes on the face of the dark woman and rose to her feet.
The Heda had been there since the first day, and Thyri knew her scent well enough to imagine that it had always belonged alongside their den. She was curious, though, why there were so few others who had been near their home. Perhaps it was the fierce look in this dark woman’s eyes that lured them away. The stormchaser did not know, but while she circled her Heda with sharp eyes, she did wonder.
It is when Thyri bites a second time that Thuringwethil growls something low but she doesn’t have to enforce it much longer as the girl eventually lets go. Her tail thumps one out of irritation before she pulls it close to her, pressed tightly against her rump. Dark grey eyes turn to find the little dragon as she comes to stand in front of her for only a moment.
She moves, carefully circling her as if were prey being hunted down and Thuringwethil’s brow lifts, spinning her head like an owl to water her until she couldn’t anymore. She snaps back around, lowering her head and flashing her teeth to the child. Her own gaze narrows, studying her movements, and one front leg lifts and, as if on call, the rest of her moves in tandem as she prepares the threat of a charge.