Sleeping Dragon tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds

Thurningwethil takes her time getting to the other side of the geyser, careful to avoid the wettest parts for her future travel. Freezing and thawing out later once she’s left such a warm ground isn’t something she cares to deal with. She keeps going, absorbing in her surroundings as much as she can. She wanted a mountain for her new home and the path would lead her that way. The geyser would be a nice addition to her claim. It is only the beginning.

The sound of another trotting up to her causes her to stop in her walk, turning to see a tawny wolf coming to a stop. Her head is high and chest puffed out and Thuringwethil feels a grin tug at her features. It would take more than just Gyda and herself to protect the land they chose, bring other wolves under their wing. They’d be better equipped handling others traipsing her home.

She raises a brow, the female’s voice does not sound threatening but her body did not relax. Her own head lifts and she eyes the woman’s throat, settling her grey eyes on the soft flesh there. She feels the pulse of her companions dying between her teeth as she spared their lives for her to flee and find her new home. 

“Thuringwethil,” she introduces finally, breaking her face to study the other woman’s features. "Where do you come from?"

I like her! :)