Sleeping Dragon getting drunk with a blue caterpillar

Checked with Mica, and have the okay to say that Thuringwethil is not around.

Too late, the Beta thinks she would have been better off remaining in safety of her den; it's not that the creatures are posing a direct threat to her, but they are certainly irritating. So far, she is unaware of the damage they are wreaking upon the foliage, and so she does not associate them with the legends the Corvidae tell. So far, it is only an oddity that she will one day turn into a story of her own. "Thurin," she whines plaintively into the Commander's den, ducking her head instead. Her anxiety is growing with each fat insect that flies into her body, her face. Darkness greets her, and she frowns as she realizes that the Heda is not there.

Guilt rankles her as she remembers Wildfire, and a new panic rises in her chest. Where is her niece...? It's when she's pulling her head from the vacant, earthen hollow that she hears her name. As she swings her head to see who beckons, she's part relieved to find it's the viking queen. At least now she won't have to wander aimlessly through the swarm to find her, but there's still the Commander and Wildfire to search for. She's never properly conversed with Gyda, and there would be no time for that now— "I don't know where the Heda is," she tells the woman, helplessly.