Sleeping Dragon chosen paths

The other comes into view and attention is drawn to her—she's mistaken for one of her subordinates just before the lone wolf states her business. Her shoulders stiffen and she resists the urge to lift her nose higher, to curl her tail a little tighter around her spine. Instead, she gives the woman a chance to finish speaking. With importance in her voice, Thuringwethil is further intrigued and there's an air to her she's only seen in the reflection of others. 

Guard.

"She's busy," she says after consideration, a quick tone to hide her usual manner of speaking. Thuringwethil looks behind her, as if someone might approach, and she shifts her weight with uncertainty. "What worth of a Roman woman does she have use for anyway?"