Sleeping Dragon Be the Wolf

Any place above the river, technically crossed or not, should be off limits. Just an FYI.

With the last few days, leading up into the week, a whirlwind, Thuringwethil felt a little disoriented and lost. This isn't Seageda, she'd have to tell herself. Drageda. Wolves that were barely her own except the few that found their way to her. If more came, then so be it. She'd let them in and test their loyalty and it perhaps one day, Drageda's legacy could compare to that of her former home. Maybe not even under her control. Maybe it would be Seregrýn to take the helm upon her passing should the day come, but the girl isn't ready. Had she been when she'd been called to lead?

She releases a heavy breath, watching the borders, she takes in a new scent that immediately strikes a reaction. She'd never smelled a Phoenix wolf so close and how they'd gotten to this point undetected sent an angry roil through her stomach. Having not gone to Reek yet, their alliance hasn't been solidified, but a Phoenix so close to her borders is nothing short of an act of war. Even if she recognizes the scent as the foolish wolf she'd encountered twice now, this only showed her how stupid he is. This time, the only message she will have for the Phoenix Queen is a dead body. If her wolves wanted war, she'd give it to her.

Anger rolls out of her mouth in a snarl as soon as she sees him, paws hitting the ground to close their distance in a fit of rage. A call let out for her strongest (@Sangilak, @Dio, @Hush, @Gyda), even if she knew the idiotic male doesn't stand a chance against the warrior, but his escape would not be allowed this time. She doesn't slow down, aiming to pummel him into the dirt and pin him to the ground.