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There had been a mix of relief and disappointment upon her return to Sleeping Dragon. They were weary from travel but they bore no wounds, nothing to turn to scars. She'd have no scars to add to her body. It is a good thing, Thuringwethil knows, but she'd been reminded of home in their march, even if they weren't wholly prepared. A victory is a victory, she'd remind herself, and now they only have one threat north of them. Larksong would be an easy task and with pent up frustration from warriors not getting their bloodshed, wiping them clean from the map would satisfy their hunger.

She'd take a few days to herself, stowing off into the follows adjacent to the mountain. Reflection, relaxation, things she didn't necessarily felt she deserved but she needed to reset her mind. She needed to clear her head and make sure heda fit in easily. Her absence barely went noticed and her return is an easy glide back into the mountainous terrain.

A new scent catches her nose, a little off guard, and at first she thinks it to be Gyda. Her time had come to parent, if she'd chosen a male for her picking. One solely of Drageda. Hush and Dio were unlikely candidates, the only males at the time of their discussion, leaving her with two other possibilities. Tatkret wasn't pure Drageda, but Gavriel—

It is a thought that stops when she realizes it is not her queen, but her advisor. A woman her elder, as is Gyda, but Heda had no age. Thuringwethil, while her body not yet at her maturity peak, knows the changes she'll go through. The changes Magpie feels. It's a distant memory, she considers, but a draw nonetheless. Heda had found bodies of different sexes, of ages, and so when she finds the woman, she's drawn some way she can't explain. Maybe she doesn't even want to. Dark slate eyes burn, grow darker, as she closes the distance between them. It does not have the same effect as it might someone her opposite, but Thuringwethil doesn't care.

She noses the soft fur of her rump, indicating her presence after quiet footfalls, and nips gently upon her hip.