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Seregrýn regards her and Thuringwethil tilts her head a little, and moves to the side meant to be where she would escape and failed attempts left in her wake. The purpose is beyond the leader but she doesn't question it, observing carefully for an easy solution. She could throw dirt back in or try to hoist the girl up herself, but for now, Thuringwethil lowers back onto her haunches and lifts. brow.

"What were you trying to accomplish?" she asks and finds herself weirdly surprised to find comfort in her native tongue. She's barely used it in the months of creating Drageda, where most wolves did not know her tongue and the few that had have disappeared. With Gavriel and Seregrýn here, perhaps she would be able to use it once more and feel at home again.