Silver Moraine chain hits my chest

Living a lot of places seemed a little strange to her but she brushes it off as another detail of the foreign wolves of these lands. Rarely did one of her own leave for another clan—family, marriage, a trade—but they were all formal and under conditions. With the coalition she had in place, it made it easier, but it had all been shattered. A land that had been meant for her until her last breath fell from beneath her feet, sending her down the coastline to continue her reign.

She notes the grin and offers her own little twitch, a hint that there could be something more, but she doesn’t allow it.

“I can’t tell you much about the forest, but Drageda is mine.”

Thuringwethil takes a deep breath and, a few centimeters she pushes her chest back to make room for the pride that swells there. Her head remains above her shoulders but doesn’t shift into a demand and she leaves her tail loping behind her with ease.