Sleeping Dragon been half goddess, half hell

Please could you include in your next post a handy description of Thurin's exact wounds so Lucani can see what's up. <3

The older female's expression was stoic and purposeful, a frown upon her brows as she headed fast for the Alpha's call. Her powerful paws rose flurries of snow as they hit the ground, and did not halt until the small, dark, once-proud form of Thuringwethil was in sight. Her wounds were... exceptional, and it took Lucani a fleeting glance and a whiff of the scent on that black fur to realise that she had not been attacked by a wolf.

Thuringwethil, lay down please. You are safe. She could sense one or two other Sleeping Dragon wolves somewhat nearby, but other than that there was nothing — it didn't seem she'd been followed.

There was an iced-over puddle inches from them, and without delay Lucani set about trying to break it with a stamp of her strongest forepaw. The first thing they needed here was water.