Sleeping Dragon tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds

The other wolf doesn’t remain on her feet, lolling off to the side, and Thuringwethil’s eyes roll. Finding Gyda the night before had given the young woman hope for the wolves of her new land but Qet is proving her wrong. She is a leader with a strong hand and weak-minded wolves are simply in the way. They are not apart of her, they are not her wolves, and she feels the seed of doubt creep on her. She pushes it away and bites back the frustration she wants to express but heda remains still.

Qet questions her companion, what she assumes to be harmless, and not something far out enough to ask. It would matter little to the other wolf when Thuringwethil shuts her out but it gives her a second to think. Gyda had been a friend growing up and when she’d been called to lead her pack. Gyda had given her all the support she needs but mate is furtherest from their minds. Their romance, or lack thereof, had never been addressed and she can’t say for sure her friend felt more than she’d let on.

“She is neither,” Thuringwethil tells her, not bothering to elaborate.

The dark wolf watches the female on the ground for a moment longer as she realizes she’s wasting her time. Thuringwethil smirks, shakes her head, and turns to leave and get back to her business.