Sleeping Dragon her eyes hold thunder and her blood is magma

Her nose twitches at the scent, and one ear swivels, but Thuringwethil does not turn around until she hears her title. Even then, it’s several full seconds before she slowly pivots and sees Dio standing nearby. There is still a morning haze draped over the mountain and the large male seems a blur, hidden by a gentle fog, but likely a figment of her imagination as she considers the morning around them.

“Dio,” she says softly, turning her head to look back over the valley. 

She gestures him to come stand next to her. His rise in rank hadn’t gone unnoticed, replacing the long-standing Lucani when she’d become ill. At the time, it had been temporary, giving the position to someone of good health while she recovered, but the betrayal had shaken things up and she doesn’t expect him to give up the title so easily now. He’d gone with her in two different times that could have been a bloodied mess, had held onto his rank despite the challenges on his way up, and for that she sees great promise in the male for their future.

“I am sure you had not expected so much conflict when joining a pack with a new claim,” she muses, when she looks back over the valley and river to their south. The threat is gone and the river had been freed, for now. “But I hope it shows you how strong we are.”