Sleeping Dragon deyon ai raun maun

In the next few days, Thuringwethil would be going to Larksong Grotto but she first needed to make sure Lucani was going to be okay. She is their only hero and Sangilak seemed to know more, and it was then she knew she needed to make an effort to know a little bit more. At least some basics, in case something like this happened again, in case they really did lose Lucani, but for the time being she would leave the woman to rest and get better and get her the things she needs. Soon, she would feel comfortable leaving but for now it would be delayed.

Searching for Warbone, however, had left her empty handed. His scent lingered on the borders and near the hollows adjacent to the pack but beyond that, he had yet to be found. Irritation began to bubble inside her, wondering if he’d misunderstood her words when she’d snapped. She needed him to accompany her to the Grotto, needed him to understand that life is worth saving if it could. She had mercy, and could give it, but not until she knows it’s imminent. 

And in this case, it hadn’t been. Time and care had been all Lucani needed and soon she would be back to her normal self. She deserved the use of their resources.

Distracted in her thoughts, however, she doesn’t notice the scent of the young Fos Goufa until she hears a ruckus up ahead. With a slight tilt of her head, she moves until she finds ground disturbed and a flash of muddy brownish red below, stuck around walls of dirt without much of a way out. Her failed attempts showed, dirt collecting at the bottom and the hole seeming wider than perhaps it was intended.

“Hei,” Thuringwethil says with humor in her tone at the young girl. Things had been hectic since her arrival and her time with their future had been limited but now, it seems, the girl doesn’t have anywhere to go but to listen to her Heda.