Silver Moraine chain hits my chest

Thuringwethil hadn't spent much time south of Sleeping Dragon. Gyda knew the southern and western areas much better than she did, but it left an expanse of territory unknown to her. She doesn't care much to go toward Phoenix Maplewood, keeping her distance, but she travels purely centered around diplomatic education. Using her environment to her advantage in her leader would take getting to know what she has to work with. The further down she travels the rocky pathway, she opens up a whole new world of wolves she isn't sure she has the stomach for.

The wolf up ahead catches her attention and hesitates moving forward. She studies the canine for the few moments she has before being spotting, a sore thumb with her dark fur and the white blanket covering most of their trail. Her ears swivel forward and she strains against the urge to lift her tail--a wolf of another pack wouldn't see heda--she doesn't expect the wolf ahead to bow just because she approaches. Neutral territory lived up to the name in these lands and her strength in coalition among the clans shredded once Seageda dissolved into nothing.

She pushes the frustration away, unable to blame anyone, and doesn't deviate her path to avoid the dark woman ahead.