Thuringwethil knows long before they get to the grotto that it is uninhabited. Most land is covered by snow, untouched by paws that are not prey. The occasional canine print is spotted by the closer they get, the fewer and farther between they are. Reek and his lot had been meant to last too long and the lack of wolves they’ve seen claiming to be part of the grotto leads her to believe it wholly and firmly.
She has never been inside the walls of the grotto, only standing on the outside, attempting to make deals with wolves that prove a waste of time. She’d gotten what she wanted out of all of it, in the grand scheme of things, and as expected they have perished.
A deep breath in and she releases a puff of dragon’s breath.
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She does not note the disturbance until she hears the voice, turning her head in time to see a figure seemingly come out of nowhere. Thuringwethil slowly blinks, unamused and mostly unaffected by the playful comment. If her guard were here, she’d simply have him take care of the annoyance, but she stands alone and figure out how to get around this. The brute mimics her in size and likely power but he bears indication he belongs to anyone. Warbone crosses her mind, briefly, but this stranger pales in comparison to such a majestic beast. Thuringwethil sets her darkened eyes as she deciphers whether or not it’s worth her time to entertain any information out of him.
“If I were here for you, you wouldn’t be questioning it,” she tells him and, losing interest, turns her head back the way she’d been going and continues her original intention.