Permafrost Hollows my bones do not taste of crown and silver

Warbone doesn't linger around for much longer. He's done his duty, received his orders, and then slinks back into the night leaving the young leader with her guest. Thuringwethil watches the large make disappear and only turns her head when she's sure he's gone. His scent lingers but she moves in the opposite direction, expecting Sangilak to follow once she's asked her questions.

"We'll see; he used to lead the Maplewood," she muses, uncertain herself. Reek established an agreement and when Thuringwethil demanded change, he received it as well as she expected. She reinforced the boundary she had yet to establish with the new leader and she expects to get her way again when she takes a seat in front of Reek in his new home.

They are ultimately not matters she wishes to discuss with someone not of her own but there's a comfort she can't deny.

"What is your plan here?" she asks and with a sidelong glance and lift of her brow, her attention is short lived on her dark companion. Thuringwethil focuses ahead of her, taking in what she can of the hollows cloaked in shadows.