Emberwood i was born with a knife in one hand and a wound in the other

If the other wolf chose to move on, Thuringwethil wouldn't blame her, but she hesitates and directs her attention upon the young leader. One ear twitches curiously but her posture does not soften in the stranger's presence but instead elated when her title is used. The only thing the woman may have to know her by but that is all she needs to know, at least for now.

"Hello," she says with a slight nod of her head. "I didn't get your name." There hadn't been time for pleasantries the first time she'd come across the wolf but there had been something she didn't notice before. "You are with Asterr," she observes a moment later when her scent registers. She'd met the yearly briefly in the grove, but it had been short lived and a little awkward. But the woman hadn't given her a reason not to trust her for the time being. "How is she?"