Duskfire Glacier don't let me be gone

The wolf picks up her greeting and her muscles tense up as she’s approached. Her strides are smooth and she finds herself watching the way she puts one foot in front of the other as the distance closes enough to be addressed. You’re from the mountain. There’s a few seconds before Thuringwethil responds with a short nod, confirming the observation. They are far enough away from either pack that gives Thuringwethil a little ease but she isn’t sure exactly how the Phoenix wolves would handle them in a safe zone.

“And you’re a Phoenix,” Thuringwethil replies, taking a step to close the distance. There isn’t trust in her movements but perhaps an understanding. If the other wanted to move on without her presence, she wouldn’t stop her; she’d even take her own leave if she preferred. She’d been here first after all.