Sleeping Dragon Forgive me, if you can

The call pulls her attention to the borders. She picks herself up, her lithe form sunken in but hidden by thick tufts of dark fur. If she moved just right, she could avoid how slim she’d become, but longer exposure would expose what she tries to hide. The voice is familiar and she focuses on that, for the moment, instead of her own problems. Hush’s absence hadn’t gone unnoticed but he’d been lost in the mix when the locusts turned up and what little scouting she did, had found no trail.

If he’d been smart, he would have moved with the herds away from the territory, and perhaps he returns with good news—though their communication would be limited. Thuringwethil feels the benefit settle into her mind as she approaches the smaller wolf, thinned out and more of his heritage of coyote-like form shows. Her features soften, but her eyes remain hardened and stony, as she chuffs a quiet greeting to her own.

Vague because I denno what happens exactly in the heat thread :o