thyri flutters to and fro sangeda and teekon wilds like a bird lost in a gale storm. perhaps, metaphorically, she is. she knows what she wants and she knows how she must go about getting it but every time something calls her elsewhere. it is that call to elsewhere that finds her back in the trappings of the teekon wilds. she is reluctant, at first, because it makes her think of darcia and she misses the ironclad reaper. she misses him with a flutter in her chest, soft and easily missed were she not paying attention, not unlike the caress of a butterfly's wings. the thespian queen steels her resolve, tucks away those feelings of longing and ventures into the place of her birth with purposeful steps.

as she always does every time, she nears drageda but never enough to be considered too close to it. she is curious, but she thinks of eske and heda and everything she continues to leave unresolved with the promise of 'some day' and never strays too close. eske is not the type to let someone she has deemed a traitor back into her life, thyri knows; and the thespian queen was never close with the youngest and wildest of her litter but she knows enough of her to understand that fact will never change. her thoughts take her only to draw her back to the surface as she begins to venture into the shaded canopy of blacktail deer plateau seeking refuge from the unrelenting midday sun that bears down upon her and realizes that scents linger. not defined enough to be a pack per-say: she would have noticed the scent of borders and wolves much sooner would there have been but her pace slows and ears dripped in golden champagne cup forth atop her skull, alert. she continues to move through the territory, however; choosing to keep her eyes and ears attuned to the encompassing forest around her in case she comes across anyone — or alternatively if they come across her.

there are steps, quiet against the forest floor, stealthy to the point that thyri almost misses them entirely. the self-proclaimed queen is cautious but does not feel threatened and thus does not feel the need to react with any sort of hostility or aggression as a chuff sounds through the air, designed to grasp the champagne and cremé woman's attention. as thryi's steps halt, her light caramel gaze moves towards the yearling whom had made the chuff, fluttering over her in a quick assessment. thryi has always been small and lithe and she has learned to use her elegant movements and the regal hold of her shoulders to offset the otherwise delicacy of her appearance. "hello," the wildheart offers the yearling before her, seeing no reason to be anything other than civil. there is a slight lift of thyri's muzzle as she draws in the other's scent, noting that other scents cling to her pelage: scents that she has picked up on trailing through the forest despite that she has yet to venture too far into it's depths.

mallaidh the darker girl introduces herself as. thyri's caramel brown gaze flickers over the younger girl once more now that she has a name to place with the face. for a moment, thryi deliberates whether she wishes to give her true name or not. the last time she'd been in the wilds she'd went by skadi and most knew her as such — with a few exceptions like the titan with haunting eyes she'd known as grievous whom had known her as thyri. at first, it had been to protect herself and then it'd become a bit of a game as her interest in the arts of deception came to be. now it seems unnecessary. she is not afraid of eske and were she ever cross paths with her aggressive littermate would not hesitate to live by the rule of thumb: me or her. yet, that encounter seems highly unlikely as eske'd never been one to leave pack lands often and thyri takes the precautions necessary to avoid drageda as much as she possibly can. little does the self-proclaimed queen know that the younger woman before her was once eske's second. "i am thyri." she speaks her given name after her decision is made, tail brushing absently against her hocks offering a soft smile of her own. "do you seek to claim this land?" thyri inquires after a few seconds of silence that follows her introduction. she suspects an answer that might tip more towards the 'no' scale if only because, in her experience — and would she be working on claiming territory — there was much more hostility than she was met with; but still she is curious nevertheless.

thryi offers a swivel of her ears and a small, near inaudible contemplative noise in the back of her throat when the girl answers. so they are vagabonds with no intents to sink in roots. at least ...not yet. for most of her life thryi has been a vagabond; a wanderer with ambitious plans that her flighty nature has yet to see through. it grows tiresome, in honesty. she knows what she wants, she is determined to have it and yet she keeps blocking her own path towards success. "i find that wandering quickly grows tiresome." she speaks her thoughts aloud to the younger woman with a soft smile that grows terse at the corners. maybe there was no harm in attempting to look for a place to settle down in ...even if it was for a few months time. thryi is travel-weary and she seeks purpose, purpose beyond what sangeda could ever give her...but first she comes to the epiphany that she must find a purpose in grounding herself to a place. "i think i might seek a place to call home for a few months," she states her plans out loud with no real reason of why. the self-proclaimed queen doubts that mallaidh cares. still, it seems polite to offer an explanation as to why she's decided to depart in the attempts of soothing any misunderstandings in case they were to arise. "i wish you and your friends luck on your journey, mallaidh. where ever it may lead you." thryi offers the young girl before she makes to depart, intending to head south of the way she'd been going.