Sleeping Dragon consulting the self

The sound of another catches her attention, distracting in the care of her gamma, and she picks her head up to stare pointedly at Warbone. A growl rises in her throat and if she felt like she could leave Lucani's side, she might have jumped at him. The healer keeps her rooted, even when unconscious, and she quickly shifts her posture back into Heda, worry dissipating for the time being to deal with one of her wolves defying her decisions. Lucani would remain gamma until—if, she reminds herself—passes and it would not change because some hot headed wolf thought better.

"You do not decide the ranks here," she reminds him in a harsh tone, moving to step over the female on the ground as if she needs to protect her. If he did not see the importance of saving a healers life, then perhaps his position in her hierarchy, and her mind, should be reevaluated. Lucani had taken care of her enough times to give her this much and the woman, from her understanding, had been happy. Drageda would not fail her. Thuringwethil's fur bristles and her lips lift, flashing teeth in warning to her subordinate. "Get out of my sight before I decide to change yours."