Sleeping Dragon burning the letters that might have redeemed you

She’s able to lock on to his scent, making one final turn as she comes across a smaller wolf, barely more than a ball of fluff on the ground, Thuringwethil lifts a brow. He hadn’t gotten up in her approach and she feels the fur on the back of her neck bristle. It takes a little more effort to ease herself, giving the wolf a chance. He’d just gotten in from a long trek with Gyda—he deserves a rest.

“You came with Gyda?” she asks for confirmation, feeling a sudden gust of wind blow through her dark fur. Her companion hadn’t given her much information about the silent wolf she brought back and Thuringwethil’s eager to learn for herself what had been the spark. Able bodied, could provide, the easy things can be crossed off the list otherwise he wouldn’t be here before her.