Bitterroot Valley a tornado trapped in the skin of a girl

@Jim

With a lot on her mind, she's quick to leave the territory. Her feet don't fail her in her speed, somewhat casual and unrushed, but she keeps her attention on her surroundings should the two dark wolves retaliate on her butting into their business. They didn't have the defenses to protect their borders, fresh but weakened, but she knows the damage she's done. She might not have reacted so kindly should her home have been a threat in its formation.

Thuringwethil glances over her shoulder once she's reached the valley, curious to know if the other wolf follows behind her or not for his word. She doesn't wait around, but she does slow her gait to give him time to catch up.