Whitebark Stream you have the universe in your veins

Relocating, and taking in wolves not of her own, had caused Thuringwethil to realize how much easier she had it before coming here. Wolves were at her call if she needed them and things were easily handed to her, wolves that had already accepted her as the vessel. Correcting wolves never had been much of her liking, rarely did she ever have to do it, and sometimes someone else entirely took care of it. There were few wolves here that would know what to do.

“I do not mind you calling me Thur,” she tells the girl, which she’s stated before—she’d given permission weeks ago before she expected the girl to come home with her. “But around—and too—the others, you should address me as they do: Heda.”