Sleeping Dragon Deuteronomy

They had returned from the bolder in one piece and without the trace of the other wolves to worry about. Their scents had faded and while the worry remains in the back of her mind, she doesn’t feel the threat looming over their head. Where the wolves had gone, Thuringwethil didn’t care about. They just weren’t there anymore. War and battle has never been a foreign concept to the younger leader but if blood did not need to be shed, even with wolves battle ready to protect their homes, she would keep it that way.

Thuringwethil doesn’t allow the security of Drageda to fall short because the wolves were gone either. It has been mostly quiet since her return but the patrols remained, if not increased, and with tension between her home and the pack to the south, she doubts it’ll change any time soon. 

While she moves the curve of the land, a scent catches her attention and a surge of adrenaline courses her veins. It had been sometime since she last seen the male but his presence does not surprise her. The lack of a call puts her a little on edge and she’s unsure just how long he’d been lingering on her borders before he’d been noticed. No other scents in the area, either, so her pace temporarily quickens until he comes into her line of vision. Thuringwethil slows into a steady walk, calculating her steps as one foot moves in front of the other. 

A quick check in her posture is taken as her tail tightens its arch and her head remains stiff above her shoulders. Ears cup forward as she moves, watching the large male upon her approach.