Sleeping Dragon consulting the self

Lucani didn't respond and Thuringwethil felt it strange enough that she started to feel panic rise in her chest. She couldn't remember anyone else off hand that knew anything. Snacha knew a little but she'd disappeared long ago and she hadn't really dealt with it. A strike of anger flashed through her with the abandonment and now her own healer was sick and unresponsive. The dark leader lifts her nose to call for someone, but cut short at the sight of Sangilak.

She sweeps her head toward the younger wolf as she speaks and then rests her grey eyes on Lucani with worry. Sangilak's words don't do much to ease her worries but she's not sure if that was the intent because soon she was gone and heda watched her disappear.

"Lucani?" she asks again, trying to get some response, trying to urge her to speak and tell her what's wrong or even what to do. Thuringwethil scans her surroundings for the return of her other wolf but it takes what feels like hours but eventually she approaches once more and drops something at her feet with direction. Her ears twitch upon her head and before she gets a chance to speak, the wolf is gone again.

The dark leader picks up the herbs and chews, carefully, until they are nearly mush in her mouth. She drops it near the woman and nudges the healer's snout where she'd placed them in hopes she knew what to do through the haze.

"What now?" she asks upon Sangilak's second return, trying to keep her tone even and shy of worry.