Sequoia Coast don't you know the stars envy you?

Thuringwethil takes a long, heavy breath of salty sea air, knowing her time is limited next to the shores. They had the travel back north and each moment she will relish, enjoying each breath and letting her fur soak up the breeze and for days to come she'll be able to smell it. A part of her lives in the ocean, a calling she cannot explain any more than she can explain a high power residing in her. Missing Seageda may never part from her, nor would she want it, but she can't deny she misses the rocky terrain of the dragon beneath her feet either.

It isn't a scent that turns her attention, however, but a nagging feeling behind her ears that something is amiss. Her head makes a slow swivel until the sight of two wolves catch her attention. It takes only a second of recognition to notice the female, a bristle along her alone begins but she suppresses the urge. Her two companions are out of sight and trouble is the last thing she wants.

Her head lifts a little, glancing to the dark wolf for only a second, before her gaze rests upon Lucani. Her dips once in acknowledgement but she doesn't advance. A longing feeling pulls at her heart, as well as the sting of betrayal still fresh in her mind. Whatever she has found with the male next to her side, she knows she had not been able to offer, but he had not given her life when she fought for it that frightful day. Risking the loss of two pack mates, she can't even find bitterness dwelling within, but it remains painful still when she cannot offer the safety to her wolves she had so desired.

The young leader finally lets go of the breath she had been holding, yet remains fully planted. As much as she wishes to approach, to talk to the older woman, she finds she can't force her feet to move.