Frostfire Ridge drowning in the crowd

Silence fell over them — the Rauna and the Drageda male — though Semet did not deign to be the first to break it. He had, essentially, gotten the information he had sought. He'd confirmed Thuringwethil's — and by extension the Fos Goufa and Gavriel's — presence established in these Wilds. In silence Semet found comfort. He was a beast of self made isolation: yet it played to his purpose as Seageda's scout. The grounder leeched of what he'd been taught since his birth had made him weak was nothing short of efficient. He had few friends but many enemies. Enemies of Heda were enemies of him. A question was posed, and there was a brief flick of Semet's tail as he assessed Warbone once more. “Soon.” These Wilds were too new to him; and his lack of information about them were nothing short of concerning to Semet. 

He assumed that The Commander would understand that he did not immediately seek her out: for he wanted to be a reliable source for her, as he'd always been. He'd known Thuringwethil since the day she had been born into the world, had been friends with her older brother for longer. They were no strangers, and Semet was who he was, and he would not appear before Heda without getting his bearings on these foreign lands.