Qeya River Feels

In an attempt to settle her mind, Thuringwethil took to the borders. Warbone’s scent is gone. Lucani’s meeting had… not settled well. Her heart ached and she could barely remember the last time she’d felt the same. Worry, anxiety. The commander had died and her life on the line. She never thought she’d be here. With a heavy breath, expelling some of her frustrations, she watches wind of Sangilak’s scent on the eastern border and tags along.

When she sees the dark woman, running, across the valley, Thuringwethil can’t help but feel compelled to do the same. The flash of fur on the ground in the distance has her attention and a roll of thunder surges through, paws hitting the ground that carries her large form. Both women built for strength versus speed, she still has enough agility to begin to close the distance between them.

The soaked wolf on the ground doesn’t have a scent, waterlogged by the river, and she lets a snarl ripple through her at the potential of Phoenix wolf making their move. She curves her stride, moving along the length of the river for signs of others while Sangilak closes the rest of the distance. The closer she gets, however, she sees the flash of red she recognizes—barely—and she’s nearly tripped up at her guardian’s goal.

Thuringwethil, unable to close the rest of the distance, issues a strangled call: not a phoenix.