Felltree Marsh from the place the world forgot

Thuringwethil watches her expression change, just a little, when she makes her admission. A slight twitch of her own lips form but she hides the smile that threatens an appearance. The other woman acts first based on her emotions before logic sets in and it can be a dangerous trait to have but so far, every logical thing the younger leader has presented had been taken well. Perhaps her actions are for show, a way to bully someone into what she wants, but Thuringwethil doesn’t push further into it to find out.

“Yours,” she finally answers. It had caught her attention before the marsh. Faint, but hers nonetheless. It vaguely reminded her of the bolder and the dull scents left behind and as she stands near her, it proves to be stronger and what she had been looking for.