Sleeping Dragon live fast die young

The girl hadn't eaten since before her trip and her mouth waters when the rabbit, already evident a gift, is presented. Thuringwethil doesn't dip her head and scarf up the kill as much as she'd like and instead nods her head. Moving forward might reveal more of her injury than she is willing to let on, and keeping still gives her the only security her posture won't falter. "Thank you," she says with a subtle twitch of her tail.

"Welcome," she tells her. Magpie wouldn't be at her borders for any other reasons and Thuringwethil's desire to negotiate has worn off. "You will have to earn your place," she adds, eyes resting easy on her features, "but if you what you say is true, I don't expect that to be too hard." Thuringwethil may have dangled the promise of leadership but picking up a strange wolf to fill the position wouldn't be the smartest idea. She doesn't need an advisor for that and she hopes Magpie can see the bigger picture laid out before her. "Let me show you around."