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

While Thuringwethil settles her posture into something she considers neutral, it differs from that of the woman that approaches. Her tail raises a few inches but she offers a smooth, cat-like back and forth motion, and her ears remain cupped forward. Dark slate eyes watch her close the distance between the two but settle with enough space that the dark leader doesn’t feel the threat upon her. Where these wolves might not know who she is, wouldn’t have a reason to catch her out of Drageda without a guard, she still feels the unease for the risk she takes each time she steps over her pack boundaries.

She’s quick to explain her approach and Thuringwethil offers a fraction of a nod in acknowledgement but it does not ease the tension created. Her path shifts so she is more facing of the other dark woman, someone that can’t be much different in age than herself, with a curiosity that changes from her location to her new companion. “Thuringwethil,” she introduces then, smoothing out her own step forward to show that she, too, meant no harm. “I’ve never been here,” she explains, just in case the woman had any reason to ask her questions about the unknown location.