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

Thuringwethil watches the girl fumble a little and early on she realizes the other doesn't know who she is or where she comes from. She wonders to herself if Reek's lack of communication with his members he has been prone to is the reason for her ignorance or if she's new to his ranks, but either way the information lays tucked away. One of his weaknesses, the young leader has come to observe, and one she knows she can use the their advantage. Their own scent is distinct, easily explainable, and they aren't far enough away yet to wash their pelts of soot and sulfur.

"Just through," is all she answers with an indifferent shrug of her shoulder. She leans on nonchalance to avoid anything serious, something aimless that makes it easier to have lack of an answer. Thuringwethil even smiles and eases her posture into something more lax. She swings her head toward Dio and waves him off easily to assure she is in no immediate danger, then back to peering the way the girl came. "What's so bad at your pack?" she decides to ask with a slight tilt of her head.