Whitebark Stream you have the universe in your veins

Her ears remain alert on her head, even as she drinks from the pool and her sight is temporarily taken from her surroundings. Most of the noises she notes to be typical; the gentle lapping of stream water, the wind a gust by her ears, and birds in the distance that sing a mismatched song she’s heard several times before. There’s a peacefulness that it gives her, knowing the threat to the south is gone, and she won’t be attacked for coming so close. She even remains oblivious to Wildfire following her, as the wind mostly moves against her face and doesn’t whip the familiar scent of the fiery girl in her direction.

When her thirst is quenched, Thuringwethil moves on, and eventually steps out of the stream to further her trek toward the maplewood.