Sleeping Dragon Deuteronomy

Thuringwethil can’t deny it surprises her that Warbone falls easily in place next to her, his posture low enough to satisfy her. A sidelong glance is given when she feels the tug of her fur between his teeth. A slight flash of her own is given, more affectionate than warning, and she nudges his nose away for him to follow. The landmarks to show the male are few, but important, and she has no doubt they will grow in time. Warbone would be good for the future of Drageda and a dark smirk appears, mostly hidden on her muzzle.

“My queen’s name is Gyda,” she informs as she uses an easy, relaxed stride to their first location. Gyda is important when it comes to Drageda but a knowing look toward her newest recruit proves he is to answer to her, even when she mentions: “you are to respect her too.” 

Gyda had taken her reign by force, which did not invalidate her leadership, but the commander lives inside of Thuringwethil. A power she can’t deny and Drageda’s legacy will be at her own paws. 

For a long time, Thuringwethil is quiet, but as she approaches the ledge where she gathers her wolves, she glances back. “There is a pack south of here. We’ve not had the best start,” she explains, remembering stumbling upon Esaro chasing a rabbit in her valley that is spread out below the mountain. She returns her glance, first downward at the deadly decline—a fate sealed for anyone that might take the leap—but she looks along the stretch of the river. “We are not to cross that river, and neither are they,” she explains, voice hardened and serious. Patrols on this side of the mountain have doubled since the kill order has been placed, watching for one of them to slip up. They Phoenix wolves won’t be mistaken by who rules this area.