Sleeping Dragon Amethyst

Portia does not waste her time and for that, she is thankful. It is direct enough, even if she doesn’t fully answer her questions, but having never been on the other side of the border. What’s going through the girl’s mind, she can’t tell, but Thuringwethil rolls off the thought and ultimately nods her head. What goes unanswered isn’t forgotten and she gives her a few seconds to pick up the space to continue. In a roundabout way, Thuringwethil can see it but it does not completely satisfy.

“I understand,” she says with a quirk of her brow. She’d stopped at no other pack until this one, and for what reason she still doesn’t have. Thuringwethil clears her throat quietly, ears cupped tautly forward. “Your loyalty to Sleeping Dragon, and your skills, become ours and unless otherwise instructed, not wasted on anyone outside of Drageda. You’d serve me, your Heda, and Gyda, my queen, Dróttning. She has given birth to four healthy children, despite the famine, and your kills will be shared with her and your knowledge to further advance the health of all of us.”