The Bracken Woods blood-freezing

Getting back into the routine of leading after spending weeks on her own, hunting and fighting and surviving, hadn’t been as difficult as she might have thought. She rounded up a handful of recruits, wolves were at her borders, and she had another strong woman to lead beside her that made the process just a little easier. She bears the weight of her wolves on her shoulders, but Gyda has her share, and perhaps having someone next to her isn’t such a terrible thing. 

It is, however, taking a little getting used to. She picks up on changes in her companion, lets her know if she’s going anywhere for an extended amount of times, but there is something she will slip up on soon. 

What pulls her back toward the woods she traveled through to get her, Thuringwethil isn’t sure. She doesn’t have much an an answer when Gyda asks where she’s going and today she uses the excuse of the loner that stalked her, curious to know if he is still out and about, but something much more deep seeded than some nameless wolf she couldn’t care less about.  

Thuringwethil’s attention is shaken when, in the faint remnants of sunlight, she spots a tan wolf up ahead. She’d caught a glimpse of him at first, sinking back into a thick patch of trees where the sun doesn’t shine through. It won’t hide her for long, but it’ll give her a little bit of time to go unseen. The dark leader hadn’t realize how far she’d gone, lost in thought, until spotting another.

Heda shifts and steps forward to cross paths with the other, stepping onto a large stick that cracks beneath her weight.