Phoenix Maplewood you are a forest fire, set the world aflame

Zephyr confirms his location and she thinks about the two leaders. One drastically different than the other but nonetheless foolish in their decisions. She’d successfully forced them away from claiming too close to her own mountain, and while they are far enough away from her now, she’d still hadn’t had a pleasant run in with them when she’d seen them last. Even with tension between them, there is minimal hostility—not enough for Thuringwethil to want to push them out even further. 

With his intentions stated, even if he’s not impressed, she lifts her nose a fraction more. The Phoenix wolves have been gone a week and vultures are already picking at the pieces left behind. Thuringwethil takes a deep breath, features remaining stoic and her posture unwavering. “I am here to make sure the pack I drove out of this land is still gone,” she says simply, dangerously. The minor details of her victory remain unspoken, that they were already gone when she arrived with her army, and letting the stranger know the risk of settling here might be too high for his taste.

Thuringwethil isn’t above driving out another if she has to.