The Bracken Woods devour your kings

The wind tickles her nose, drawing her attention behind her but she doesn't turn her head. One foot in front of the other, Thuringwethil keeps her gait even and continues deeper into the woods. The other is silent in their footsteps, but the wind against him gives her the advantage to be on guard. The scent is masculine and she considers the wolf that attacked her but it seems too unfamiliar and she tucks that away for the time being and tries to ease her mind. Her muscles tense and she keeps her eyes scanning for sudden movement coming up behind her.

It never comes and so Thuringwethil's curiosity gets the better of her. She turns just past a thicket of foliage in an attempt to hide herself so she's able to gather her thoughts out of sight. Her course chances all together and eventually, as she comes around the thick expanse of fallen branches and bushes, she's able to see the stocky male. He reminds her of her guard in Seageda, something she's yet to acquire in Sleeping Dragon, but it's on her to-do list once she's found someone she can trust. Vine had given his life to her and replacing him would not be easy.

Thuringwethil takes a deep breath and eases forward once more, back into his line of sight, but her dark grey eyes narrow and offer question enough of his purpose. Her fur bristles, making her already large form bigger, and steadies her feet should he be hostile. She doesn't make a deep, keeping her irritation at bay, but she leaves the palpable question lingering between them: why are you following me?