Sleeping Dragon Come away from the water

Relief washes over her as recognition occurs in the other woman's face and the urge to rush to her in greeting takes hold. Thuringwethil holds back but she does close the distance with a little trot to just a few feet and a smile on her features. A long time, she thinks, since she felt the crinkle of her lips move in a such a way. Seeing Gavriel, Seregrýn, and Vercingetorix on her borders months ago hadn't been the same, nor had it with Snacha or Semet—both of whom has disappeared—but Saria before her means her message had reached Trigeda (or so she hoped). Her tail wags a few times, a rare occasional, especially when it comes to a wolf at her doorstep.

"Sha," she says in agreement. With a few of her own wolves, and Rebekka, speaking in her native tongue has been a comfort in the wake of everything. "Yu hou?" she asks with hope in her voice. Thuringwethil's fondness for her friend extends deep and she can't imagine her presence at Drageda is any different than her position within Seageda. And her skills can easily be put to good use, coupled with Gluskap as their aspiring healer. The young leader sucks in a hopeful breath as she anticipates her answer.