Sleeping Dragon there's galaxies hidden behind your tired eyes

Thuringwethil, despite the familiarity—conformation—that this girl once followed their own. She can’t be too careful, especially when she lost her home from within, having to destroy what little remained to get away and clear everything out from beneath her feet. The loyalty of the wolves she’s met thus far have been few and far between and just as many teekon wolves as her own have abandoned her. Wolves on both sides have also stayed.

The true test would be the impending famine, and whether or not they moved on from Drageda to keep up with the herds, or if they stick nearby to fight it out on small game and struggle.

“And what you want, you think you can find in Drageda?” she asks, with a slight tilt of her head. Curious now, at least. “What abilities were downplayed?” she adds, wondering whether or not those skills could even be put to use here.