Sleeping Dragon Here comes the future, it’s violent and bright

The howl comes from the northern borders and sets into an easy trot until she's able to zero in on her location. With Gyda having stepped down, and Thuringwethil taking the sole lead, hadn't changed much. She'd been out for the last few weeks anyway with the puppies and she finds it easy to settle into a routine that once mimicked her former reign. The tension built up over the last few months had begun the release and Drageda's glory it's meant for.

As she comes through a few trees at the base of the mountain, the scent of a stranger catches her attention. Recognition doesn't settle in yet as she follows it away from her borders. There's a pull she can't explain, that she only blames the drive to find the origin of her call—maybe that's all it is.

However, she's quickly given an answer upon her arrival and the gruff looking male standing in the distance.

"Unrequited love is awful, isn't it?"