Sleeping Dragon The Blood-Raven she wolf

Since the wolves at the bolder had been found, Thuringwethil gathered her wolves and tightened their security in the last few days before they took back off across the valley.  If she’d been able, she would have taken them that day to run them out but they’d offered a solution of leaving and so she’d wait and give them time. Whatever they needed to do to get out of the territory didn’t matter to her but she wanted them gone in the next few days when she takes the expedition out.

However, her attention from a patrol is pulled when she hears the strained cry of one of her own. Hush’s urgent howl sent a shiver down her spine and thunderous paws immediately hit the ground. The dark leader is there before she realizes it, seeing a blur of brown rush toward a figure on the ground. No mistaking the wolf is in her territory, farther than any lone wolf should dare to tread, and she briefly thinks of Cirrus. 

Another captive isn’t an option.

Thuringwethil shifts though her feet don’t slow down. She circles on the opposite side of the dark wolf in an attempt to cut her off should she see Hush’s attack before he slams into her. A low growl rumbles deep in her chest. Dark eyes watch, keeping her distance until she’s needed, and she can’t help but wonder if some wolves wake up with the feeling of death over their head.