Silver Moraine chain hits my chest

Putting Sleeping Dragon into words would be tricky, as the culture of the two leaders come together. Rituals from either side to be performed, as needed. Things Thuringwethil isn’t willing to leave behind were spent learning over a childhood, adolescence, and everything else was shoved at her the day she took the throne. Teaching Lucani her ways had even come up a little bit difficult as the wolf did not fully understand her ways without being immersed and the wolves she led did not know it either. 

“It is a new claim, with my companion, Gyda, as Sleeping Dragon’s queen,” she begins, piecing together information into a few sentences. Gyda often referred to Heda as queen but Thuringwethil left it behind, knowing in the back of her mind the title did not fit the importance of a chosen commander. She barely gets by allowing another wolf to lead next to her, as equal, when her culture only had room for one. “Our cultures are different, but similar enough we are able to merge them into one revolving around loyalty and strength.”

The hint of a grin on her face dies away and she leaves her expression blank, quietly watching while she leaves a moment between her words. She grinds her teeth together a moment, opening up for her own introduction. “I am Thuringwethil, Drageda’s heda. Commander.”