Sleeping Dragon is 'i love you' a fact or weapon?

A lot happens in a matter of seconds, Thuringwethil biting her tongue as she tries to sort through what information needs to happen first. Being new to Sleeping Dragon still, despite her successful climb in their hierarchy, she might not get the full effect of Drageda and their way of living. It differs from Gyda’s side, in a way, as they merge, but the only wolves she has to keep set up for are those from her former home. Gavriel, Rebekka, Seregryn (even in her absence). Saria.

It is to all of them that she needs to treat equally, as if they all understand.

Thuringwethil shakes her head and holds her breath, realizing she doesn’t have any real answers in the way she wants.

“Because, Heda isn’t supposed to. Our family is Drageda. There is danger, weakness, when it comes to love,” she says though the explanation may be vague. “It has never ended well when a Heda has their own family,” she adds, swallowing a hard lump in her throat. For her, she’d been too young and wrapped up in the workings of her hierarchy. With Seageda gone, and Drageda here, a whole new generation of wolves for their way of life, she’d been busy. But here stands Wildfire, opposite of her, and Thuringwethil can’t imagine a future without her.

Whether or not she imagined a life with Wildfire or if she's there, somewhere in the background, she isn't entirely sure. There's a haze over her expectations as things began to become difficult to differentiate but she knows as the future begins to instill fear within her, that it's only a matter of time before harm comes upon any of them. Wildfire could have her head cut off.