Felltree Marsh from the place the world forgot

Thuringwethil doesn’t expect the other woman to believe her words but she doesn’t leave her behind, doesn’t advance quickly upon her. Even though she took a step forward a few seconds ago, she doesn’t continue. “You cannot blame me for taking care of my wolves,” she explains. It would always be her wolves; they came first. Should an alliance ever form between Drageda and another, the safety of her own would always come first. 

“I did not come, at first, searching for you. I caught a scent and followed it,” she explains. She lost it somewhere in the marsh and even her current scent is a little difficult to find in some waves. Why she followed it, she doesn’t have a solid answer. She’d wanted to know the end result of where they settled only to know how far away they were. If they were further in the direction she’d been going, they were more than safe, but room for a potential relationship is there. 

She doesn’t bring up her thoughts for the future, whatever benefit they could use for another. For now, she just needs Sen to understand she holds no hostility for the last time they’d seen one another.