Sunset Valley her hands know violence but there is a different dream in her heart

When she sees a wolf in the distance, near the grotto, she silently curses herself and the two off in the distance. If they hadn’t had to stop, they could have been long gone by now, and so she turns her head to search for her own two. A low chuff escapes her, a warning to keep an eye out, but Gluskap is out of sight still and Dio is already heading in her direction. He doesn’t close to space between them but it wouldn’t take but a few seconds for the wolf to come bounding up to them.

Her head swings back to watch, the figure growing every few seconds as she approaches. Thuringwethil doesn’t recognize the features that begin to materialize but her posture doesn’t change, even on neutral ground next to the enemy. Slate eyes search behind the woman, looking for signs of others that might follow her even if it doesn’t appear they are close behind. Between the three of them, and enough warning and their distance, she’s sure they can at least get away.

“We are just passing through,” she tells the girl, half statement, half warning.