Kildeer Rest Bring back the summer

It’s not a question that surprises her but it’s one she isn’t sure how to answer when it comes to strangers. Wildfire, however, isn’t exactly a stranger—she offered her a place in her home—but nonetheless it feels a little foreign building up on her tongue. Her dark eyes turn, looking out over the expanse of the valley to her current home. “There were wolves in my clan that didn’t believe I was the one to lead them,” she says. Wolves outside of her home sometimes didn’t understand and she hesitates, swallowing a lump in her throat. “They began turning them against me and I’m still uncertain of who they were or their motive, but my home no longer exists.”

When it came to the mountain, Thuringwethil doesn’t have much to say. It had been where she found Gyda and while they scouted a little, they’d settled upon Sleeping Dragon.

“I left and traveled south. I didn’t know where I was going, really, but I knew I needed to cleanse before I could gather my wolves—the faithful ones—again. When I got here, I found an old companion and together we started Drageda,” she explains, glancing back toward the small, red-colored wolf. “Some of my followers have found me again and their loyalty remains strong.”