Sleeping Dragon your heart's too big for your body

It is not long the young heda is alone; Lorne’s approach doesn’t go undetected. Her fur bristles at the soft sound of paw-steps and the sudden view of her subordinate to her side eases the tension it was potentially anyone else not of Drageda. Her ears twitch at the question and she shoots only a glance before she slows to a stop to greet Lorne. Thuringwethil offers a slight dip of her nose but her expression remains blank and distant.

“I am fine,” she says, turning as Hush approaches with a welcoming bark. With their presence, Thuringwethil allows herself to relax a little and wag her tail a few times arched over her back. Comfort in the presence of her wolves had been a nice thing to achieve. Hush being one of the few members of the remaining founding ones and Lorne hadn’t been long after. Both had easily proved their worth.

Warbone’s approach, however, caused a shift and she glances toward him. The tension does not return but her stiff posture remains, if only tightening up a little more where her comfort allowed relax. His intent is obvious, nor does it surprise her; his ambition has been obvious from the day they met in the woods, somewhere away from Sleeping Dragon. Her slate eyes shift from the large male to the two others and how they’d take the new challenge.