Sleeping Dragon it exists in a finished world, beyond the reach of common sense

Heda had gotten a good feel for the areas surrounding Sleeping Dragon. The valley offers a good expanse as their front yard with a river and stream to the back, bordered by a rise and glacier. The geyser offered warm, radiating heat even in winter and she can’t wait to defrost her limbs and warm back up. It would be several nights before Gyda returned and Snacha’s warmth will be all that is offered.  As eager as the young girl is to do her bidding, she keeps herself distanced because their lives are not the same anymore and her rule has weakened.

Thuringwethil turns her head at the sight of another approaching and her own gait slows, steeling her front right leg. The pressure causes her teeth to grind against one another but her expression remains blank as the other comes to a stop and speaks. She dips her head just slightly before she rests with her head high and shoulders put back, disguising whatever weakness her wound presents.

“Hello,” she finally says once she’s evaluated the wolf.  Tall at the shoulder, perhaps even a few inches from her own, but her build has thinned out from the winter.  Thuringwethil’s had as well but she came from a home where her meals were never infrequent. The last few weeks had been hard on her as well but her reserve had been saving grace. “Can I help you?”