Sleeping Dragon getting drunk with a blue caterpillar

Feel free to find her whenever!

They’d come slowly at first, then suddenly they were everywhere. She’d been out of the pack territory, searching along the river when the buzzing began. Little concern was given, but as the sky began to darken, Thuringwethil couldn’t run fast enough. The damage being done around her goes unnoticed as her heart beats in her chest, trying to outrun the swarm but eventually she’s surrounded and there’s no other sound ringing in her ears. The buzz penetrates deep and she nearly stumbles, feeling her balance off and she’s sure she’s going to hear this sound for the rest of her life.

Thuringwethil takes a deep breath and offers a call, but the bugs cancel out her efforts and it’s lost in the short distance encircling her. Any howls for her attention go undetected and she moves onward in an attempt to search for one of her own. Unsure of where they might go in such a disaster, she realizes they don’t have a safe from the elements location to meet. The meeting spot, where they often join together, wouldn’t be ideal—far too open for their purpose—and instead she heads toward the largest caves she can recall in her own home.