The Bracken Woods Apathy

Eh, sorry this is all over the place. I've been in a haze the last few days. :\

Thuringwethil looks upon the male as if he were already her own, eyes possessive as she listens. To her, he might follow, and she narrows her slate colored eyes a little more. She's been groomed for leadership to wolves that accepted her at such a young age, and there were those that would still follow her as a way of their culture. It had been ingrained in them for their faith to be in their commander. Heda being the sole leader of her former, Ina culture that accepts only one, she doesn't consider beyond her reach of a position she often has to remind herself she shares.

Losing Seageda may not have been a terrible thing after all, expending the reaches of the sea into Drageda and embracing what she has here. They will know her soon enough.

"My offer will stand as long as I have room," she tells him. If he cannot commit now, she will not blame him, but there is no promise in his question, no obvious sign of making a decision to join Sleeping Dragon. "I am Thuringwethil, commander of Drageda."