Sleeping Dragon death doesn't descriminate between the sinners and the saints

Breaking post order with permission to move it along. I don't really care if we stick to an order unless it becomes necessary so just keep communication open or use your best judgment if that works for everyone?

Thuringwethil doesn't let her gaze leave the captive, even when he starts to lose himself. She narrows her eyes, watching, expecting Gyda to say something but she doesn't. She's silent in the face of her short explanation. Perhaps waiting for Lucani to get the entire story though there isn't much necessary information she's already explained. Storm made his bed when he trespassed into Drageda and he isn't leaving without some debt being paid. The extent of their loss might not be much but his sins will not go unanswered.

Lucani steps into the cave and one ear twitches, swiveling halfway in her only greeting but quickly returns to Storm. A moment of silence lingers between them and when he seems more dazed than anything, she then turns to the others.

"He trespassed into Drageda today," she finally announces, "I found him and Goliath fighting within our borders. He declined attention, Lucani, but perhaps you should find him anyway." Later.

Thuringwethil looks to the older woman, her features softening a little in her presence but she forces it away, hiding it as if she were ashamed.

"His front leg his broken and he has a few wounds. Do what you can to prevent infection but do not go to great lengths. We will not waste more supplies than we have to," she explains, stiffening her voice into a demand she has yet to use with the healer. The woman isn't of their ways, learning the things Thuringwethil has grown up learning. "Nothing for his pain," she tells her as if she's had to remind her before but she can't fight it, can't soften for a wolf that she isn't sure how she'd take it. They've yet to experience such harshness together and doing so so early in their relationship feels more like a test than she expected.

A breath hitches in the back of her throat she swallows when she wants to expel, swinging her gaze to her queen and leaving Lucani to her devices with the captive.

"He will contribute to us when he's able, if he makes it that long," she offers, swinging her gaze to Storm again, "unless he proves to be useless before then."