Broken Boulder Drumbeat

Thuringwethil doesn't have to consider the question long to know the answer: there are too many, too close, to her home. Growing once more in a land not her own settles a different seed of protocol for herself. Stirrings outside Seageda and other clans never went unnoticed but their populous were far greater, her reign reaching much farther than the borders of Drageda could offer. Even the Phoenix wolves were proving to be a headache but her claim had taken root enough that for now, she'll handle it the best way she knows how.

"I need to know if they are a threat," she tells him. The survival of her wolves have been ingrained into her since she'd been chosen as a prospect, training since she could barely walk a straight line on plump, wobbly legs. With her birth place gone, the instincts never disappeared. The young leader carries herself a few feet ahead of her, as if it might give her a few more answers. She glances behind her to the other dark wolf. "What are you doing here?" she asks with a slight quirk of her brow. He may not hold the scents that already linger but that doesn't mean she can wave him off as a non-threat.