Nova Peak how to murder someone: kiss them once and never again

Thuringwethil doesn't make an effort to hide her disappointment about the distance. She hasn't had the chance to break away from the immediate area to be reunited with the ocean once more. She owes herself. A sigh escapes her but she withdraws and straightens out her reflection. Soon, she reminds herself. Sooner or later, she'd get out there. Living on the mountain had certainly given her way of life but not being able to hear the ocean at night leaves her restless and antsy.

Ultimately, her companion settles on the interesting lives of her clan and her brows burrow when she realizes she doesn't have much to say.

"I don't know what you want to know, but they are my wolves and we—"

She takes a deep breath, uncertain of herself. Her home remains a cluster, one trouble to the next, but would she trade it? She's only a vessel, but she still has her free will—right?

"We're not much different than any of other."