Sleeping Dragon tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds

@Semuqet.

She’d managed a few hours of sleep after talking with @Gyda, slumber breaking just beyond midday. Thuringwethil stretches her legs and glances around to find no signs of the other woman. She didn’t expect her to have remained for so long but it wouldn’t be the last time, meeting last night is proof enough. She stands, shakes her fur, and works her way out of the cavern to a cold, snow-blanketed ground. A set of paw prints lead to the cave mouth. There is no obvious evidence one set left hours before but Thuringwethil notices a slight disturbance in the paw prints next to hers.

Beyond where the snow thins and, eventually, turns to a lifeless green draws her attention. She moves by the set of paw prints leading toward her and begins the exploration of the mountain. The snow melts beneath her paws and the closer she gets, the soil beneath her feet dampens and squishes beneath her toes, finding the expanse of a geyser at her feet. The ground varies with vegetation, most dormant during the colder months, and patches of snow remain in clusters away from the heat coming from the ground.

Thuringwethil spies a break in the trees, leading up the mountain before disappearing in twists and turns she can’t see from where she stands. It doesn’t stop her feet, pushing her forward as she finds her curiosity pulling her through the land.