Qeya River "if only, if only," the woodpecker sighs

only if you excuse my even worse one!

Thuringwethil snorts at the mention of an army. From what she's seen of the sanctuary had been minimal and any army they had, she's sure she'd already be aware of. However, even if Denali meant it as reassurance, she took little part in that comfort. The wolves from the ravine mean little her, and far less of a threat than she'd give them the time of day for.

"And yet, you're way out here anyway," she observes. Not close enough to her home to be a problem, but far enough away from his home to make her curious. With detachment in his voice, it makes her wonder why he'd stray so much; enough that she's run in to him twice. Thuringwethil doesn't allow herself to find out, flashing him a smile as she continues on her way back down the bank.