Whitebark Stream you have the universe in your veins

Thuringwethil frowns when the girl apologizes again and she shakes her head, warding it off. She even goes as far as reaching out and touching her muzzle with a gentle lick before pulling away and redirecting herself back the way she’d been going. The observation isn’t incorrect, but her intention isn’t quite the same. There likely isn’t anything of use to the heda in the maplewood, assuming the wolves would have taken the most important things. She knew little about herbs to warrant putting something in her mouth to carry back if she didn’t recognize it. 

“I guess just to really check out the territory. Make sure they’re really gone, map it. Scouting stuff,” she said with a hint of a smile to make her trip sound like she had more of a purpose than security. Wanting to make sure the phoenix wolves are gone happen to be a big part of it. She doesn’t mention the thought of marking it, leaving behind her scent as a warning. To Saena and her own, to the lone wolves. Thuringwethil wouldn’t allow anyone to settle there again without her approval.

She begins her trek once more, moving toward the stream to cross it again.