Jade Fern Grove as you turn, take your heart and walk away

The chuff catches her attention and both ears swing forward, turning her head to find the source. The way the wind moves, she's unable to garner much from her surroundings. Eventually she finds the source and she watches for a silent moment instead of speaking. She's dark in color, like she, but smaller—perhaps less than half her own size—and Thuringwethil offers a slight nod of her head. The other's appearance does not deter her into feeling safe; a warrior size meant little most of the time and she knew they were capable of plenty. Gyda being a prime example and her own warriors in Seageda had not always been as large as she.

Thuringwethil turns, deviating from from her original course to face the woman whom had summoned her. There's no recognition in the girl's silver eyes; she doesn't know Heda. She's been in these areas long enough to not be surprised anymore, getting used to the idea the wolves outside Drageda do not see her the same. It never does settle well and her former followers might have a problem with it, but molding what she has to her culture takes time. Heda shifts her weight into something a little more neutral, easing the visible apprehension, and waits for the other to state her purpose.