Sleeping Dragon there is only one god and his name is death

It is late when she returns, legs weary traveling back from Nova Mountain. It had been one big landscape she'd yet to see since arriving in these lands. The other side of the Phoenix might be her next big adventure but until she knows the relationship between the new sole alpha and herself, she's hesitant to explore that section. The rest of the teekon would come later, when she's able, but for now she's glad to spend the next several weeks within the grasp of the dragon.

She can tell the difference in attitude with Gyda, that her season is likely approaching, and the thought only irritates her more. There hasn't been any change in her conditions and if she misses out, she knows she'll face some sort of wrath. Warbone held promise of being a good candidate if only in his impressive size and ability but trust enough to stay out of their way? In time, she'll get a feel for him, but she's uncertain if it'll pass by the time her queen is ready.

With a heavy breath, and the night sky hanging above her, she finds herself on the meeting ledge overlooking the bitterroot valley. She can't see details of the river but where the valley ends and the water begins, a shadow of a figure could be spotted if one decides to cross. In the lull of night, Thuringwethil rests with her paws slightly hanging over the deathly drop.

@Lucani.