Frostfire Ridge drowning in the crowd

Warbone nodded faintly, his thoughts turning to Thuringwethil and the spread of her influence. He knew there was a reason he had gravitated to her, and even though he did not trust her judgement over his own, she was someone he saw worth in protecting. Someone he could come to care about in the manner of her Drageda loyalists that were coming forth like bears out of hibernation. He blinked slowly, looking around, and then back towards the dark male. "When should I tell her to expect you?" he asked the wolf with the burning eyes, his own stony gaze flashing expectantly as he licked his chops.