Redtail Rise yumi na teik won sonraun au?

The wolf’s reply gives Thuringwethil a smirk but she doesn’t let it linger when she speaks about the storm. The longevity of her memory leaves questions in the leader’s mind she bites back, looking up the incline. The damage to the ridge by fire leaves little question for cause but the thought of a storm causing such a thing makes her wonder what other impact it had on surrounding territories.

“An impressive storm,” she says idly, bringing her gaze back to the fiery girl as she introduces herself. Thuringwethil offers a slight nod of her head of appreciation before her own introduction: “Thuringwethil.”

She shifts her body to position up the incline, where she’d been going until she had been forced to stop to ease her leg. It still aches, reminding her too much pressure would reopen wounds nearly healed, but she doesn’t allow the weakness to slow her down in front of the—albeit smaller—stranger. Without her guards Seageda offered her, something Drageda had yet to present, she’d still be wary of others even if there nearly half her size.

“What else do you know about it?” she asks. With the final fringes of winter upon them, spring around the corner, she can’t help but wonder if the storm would repeat itself in the anger of heat the seasons bring.