Sleeping Dragon consulting the self

Perhaps at any other point, things would have been different. If Warbone had kept his mouth shut about ranks instead of trying to take it out from a dying wolf, she might have been more concerned about where he was going. The wolf was still alive beneath her, even if she were convulsing—something she’d yet to take notice in the few seconds it took for the male to speak down to her and turn. Her teeth grind and she moves from above Lucani, watching him disappear before she’s turned, alarmed by the sudden movements. 

Sangilak has little to offer her and she knows what she needs to do. It has gotten to a point that all Lucani needs is mercy, there’s nothing they can do. She swallows the lump in her throat and takes a deep breath, trying to shed the concern of Warbone and Sangilak. Even the woman expressions were clear but they didn’t understand and she doesn’t have time to figure it out. If there is life left still in her healer, she’d save her if she could. If she killed her upon finding her, without knowing it could be fixed, she’d never forgive herself. But before it gets too bad, Thuringwethil watches and waits until she settles before she goes in for the older woman’s throat.

However, before she’s able to get close enough, the woman jerks once as the shaking stops and is able to sit herself up. It’s only a moment, but with her falling on the ground again, and expels the contents of her stomach. Without taking her eyes away from the woman, she steadies a shaky breath: “I will take care of her.”

Thuringwethil glances at the other woman but it doesn’t last long. Her intent is clear and her mercy remains on the tips of her fangs. She licks her jaws, knowing soon she’ll have another mark to add to her shoulder.

“Leave us.”