Sleeping Dragon heavy is the head that wears the crown

Her short exploration of the southern territories had come to an end when she returns to the Dragon. Eventually, she would go further and explore, but for now it’s a little step at a time. With tensions between Drageda and the Grotto, she has little interest to spend more time away from her mountain than she cares for, but she knows she needs to further map out the territories missing from her mind. With the Phoenix wolves gone, a whole weight of relief gives her a calm while the grotto wolves don’t pose a threat in her mind.

It’s dark, and Thuringwethil is tired. There’s a roll in her stomach of hunger but she ignores it as she searches for a place to rest. She considers the cave @Gyda sleeps in, searching for the comfort of her queen, but she doesn’t go there. Her own cave—where Wildfire still has taken refuge—isn’t in her interest either. Unsure of where she wants to rest for the night, Thuringwethil moves and continues to climb the mountain. She’d explored as much as she could without reaching an unsafe altitude, and doesn’t continue the incline, but she finds a spot that’s reclusive enough to give her a little peace of mind.

The sky is clear, and the wind is gentle against her fur, and the ground is illuminated by the stars hanging above her.