The Bracken Woods blood-freezing

Dio introduces himself in turn, following her own, and she nods a slight appreciative greeting. They still stood no closer to one another and the hesitancy from the other doesn't surprise her. Her scent reeks of other wolves, of claim, and her own mixed in and she wears all of them like a proud badge boasting on her shoulder.

He doesn't seem to have much purpose and briefly she wonders what it's like, to not have a goal for the future set in stone. Hers had been in place nearly since she'd been born but the moment she'd taken leadership, anything leisure took a step back and she devoted herself to her wolves. Thuringwethil merged into heda and these days she has a hard time differentiating between the two.

"You'll find a few packs the further you go in, and probably more if you keep going," she explains with a twitch of her tail she tries to relax. "Mine is one of them." A heads up, warning, Thuringwethil isn't hasty to decide. Dio would decide that for her.