The Bracken Woods blood-freezing

The stranger doesn’t offer to close the distance and Thuringwethil stays put, waiting the extra moments once she’s greeted to figure out where to go from here. She hasn’t entirely gotten used to the expectation that wolves in neighboring lands don’t know who she is and there’s a little bit tucked away, hopeful, but he questions her anyway. “Thuringwethil,” she says anyway. These things took time.

“Where are you headed?” 

If he continues the way he’d been walking, he’d be out in her area of the world and into the expanse of where she’d settled her home. Deviating any trouble ahead of time or simply getting the chance to recruit another member isn’t something she’d pass up with Sleeping Dragon so young and fragile.