Sleeping Dragon boom boom boom feel it in the mmm

The touch beneath her nose moves and she finds herself closer to the source of what had drawn her nearby. It’s a sweet, metallic scent that has its allure but she knows it is not meant for her. It does not have the same pull as it might a male, something she can only comprehend from a former spirit holder, and even then it’s distance and foreign. Magpie does not quite shy away from her, but her expression changes and Thuringwethil notes the difference from her peripheral vision. Her tongue moves along her own lips, keeping to herself, as she slowly turns back to peer at her beta.

Thuringwethil’s brows knit together at the comment, with a genuine tilt of her head. She doesn’t even know which to reply to, but she brought Wildfire into the discussion for a reason unknown to her.

“I do not understand,” she decides, her own features falling flat, as if she might be disinterested, but the subtle curve of her brows are the only strings of concern.. 

The information had been released upon their return but Thuringwethil had taken a few days to herself and had not found her advisor to explain the details. She determines no one else had, either, but the rage in the woman from the other night had left her unsettled and wanting to repair. Thuringwethil puts a little distance between them, giving the edgy woman her space. “I had taken Wildfire to speak to Saena, in an attempt to settle it, instead of war, but they were gone. The Phoenix wolves are no longer there.”

It had left her a little frustrated, but mostly relieved.