Sleeping Dragon witch hunter

He speaks of the sea, and one ear twitches in curiosity. Perhaps he'd hailed from a similar location as she had, and knew the ways of he ocean, but she doesn't ask. He confirms his knowledge and she simply nods her head in consideration. It would be foolish to turn away a wolf that might be beneficial in some ways, and even more in the long run. Lucani is gone and there is no one that could replace her, but her loyalty had waned. She'd dedicated her life to Sleeping Dragon only to take it back. Bitterness rose in her thoughts but she did her best to cast them aside.

"What is your name?" she questions, shifting her weight as if she blocked some entrance into the back. Her snout moves to beckon him and her tail gives one appreciative wag before stilling over her spine. "We have lost our healer and if you're up for the job, you can stay," she says. If he knew enough about the sea and what it has to offer, if it's enough worth to make the trip, then his value would benefit. In the meantime, upon the regrow the of the land would be a matter of time. "I am Heda Thuringwethil and this is Sleeping Dragon."