Sleeping Dragon Come away from the water

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Thuringwethil grins and wags her tail again, a short burst before Heda takes the grip. She knows she can't go too far out of the norm, even for someone as Saria, a lifelong friend and confidant. The knowledge the woman bestows had been proven time again and her loyalty never faltered, even in the wake of Seageda's downfall. Her faith in her new pathway, new combined way of life—not everyone in her rule had to believe, something of a daunting task to accept—will be respected.

"There is a queen here, Gyda. Of Odinn's Cove," she explains. Gyda's name may be foreign to Saria but Odin's Cove had been neighbors farther south down the coast. Interactions that have been minimal, as professionals, but someone Thuringwethil has known in secret for as long as she can remember. "Seregrýn and Gavriel are here, as I am sure you know, and Rebekka. A girl from Trigeda," she begins, giving her a little feeling of comfort in a brand new mountain and wolves that don't understand the full extent of their system. In time, they would, and the more wolves of her home to confirm her way of life will only help them. "We have seen violence and victory, too, since claiming this mountain, and despite the famine we are strong. Strong as ever."