Sleeping Dragon don't be shocked when your history books mention me

“I have not spoken to Dio yet, but if he is ready, then yes,” she tells her. Dio has proven himself time and again his asset to Drageda. He’d been at her call numerous times, protecting the borders with vigor—if not for him, she’s sure things would have turned out a bit differently. He will fit well into Drageda, once he’s gotten the hang of things and a feel for the position. “For my advisor, I don’t know. That one is… important. They need to know the way of Drageda, inside and out,” she explains and frowns, thinking over the wolves she has here. There’s always the option of sending someone to Trigeda for help but for the time being, she ways to see what her wolves are capable of.

When Wildfire confesses she’s never sought better things within their ranks, Thuringwethil isn’t sure how to feel. It’s been nothing but her life from the beginning. Growing up knowing that she was either going to be the leader of these wolves or dead and once she’d surpassed into reigning, the freedom from leadership has always been far from her mind. But Wildfire leans into her and shifts in relief, sounding sure of her decision. Thuringwethil licks along her muzzle and smiles, nudging her along back into an easy trot, this time standing a little closer to the flame of a woman as she moves.