Qeya River Those who are about to die will say anything.

It takes a moment but the other lifts though she doesn’t stay in one spot for long. Thuringwethil turns her head, slowly following the way the other moves. She only breaks her gaze when she has to turn to prevent the other from getting behind her. The other being a threat seems unlikely, even if the way she moves seems familiar in a pattern of a formation she’d seen once. 

The words of a foreign tongue to these lands, Thuringwethil’s lips lift and she bares her teeth. “Heda,” she hisses a correction while a growl forms deep in her chest. “Chon yu bilaik?” Her wolves that showed up at her doorstep had caused her enough unease, and a face unknown to her using her own words in a land foreign to the both of them did not leave her settling well.