Jade Fern Grove as you turn, take your heart and walk away

As much as she wouldn't want to admit how much time she thinks about Seageda, how much she compares her current home to her past, she can't deny it. From the weather to the terrain to her wolves, everything is different. A forest next to the shore and a large cave that a mountain sat upon. Too slope for the wolves to really climb, it was the only mountainous terrain she had experienced. Sleeping Dragon has definitely been a
struggle to adjust to when her heart calls for the ocean.

"Cold," she considers, glancing off to the side as she hears a creak somewhere to her right. It doesn't hold her attention long when no scent comes with it. "Occasionally a storm would drive us to the further reaches of my claim but it was never enough to destroy. The real threat was more inland."

They had less sides to protect with the ocean on their backs and Trigedakru had never been terribly far and an easy alliance had been formed years prior to her reign. The inclusion of the others had come from her but in time, they managed to slip back into a threat. Here, she didn't have nearly as much to worry about but she found her way around that.

The next question causes her brows to burrow and her face wrinkle in confusion. Thuringwethil blinks a few times before she turns her head back to look, in disbelief, at the woman. "No," is all she can find herself to say. Not that she'd seen the top, by any means, and she realizes she never gave the name of the mountain much thought.