Whitebark Stream you have the universe in your veins

*facepalm*

Thuringwethil continues to move forward up until a gentle oof catches her attention. She pivots around with speed that might have thrown someone off balance but the sudden threat—so close to the maplewood—doesn’t leave her time for mistakes. Her muscles tighten and she prepares herself for an attack, but by the time she’s able to focus, she sees the fiery girl on the other side of the stream, face planted in the dirt.

She blinks a few times, giving her a chance to relax, before she takes a step back the way she’d been traveling. “Are you following me?” she asks with knitting brows, re-approaching the streams bank. The girl is pointed the opposite direction for her to be followed, but the question remains and her own expression paints confusion across her face.