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

Once Toxochelys is on this side of the fallen tree, she falls into a normal strut in the direction they’d been going. They make the rest of the trip fairly easily and their exchange is brief in that moment. When she comes to a stop to an overhand, upon the edge, she peers over. A deathly fall, should one tip over, and a solid tree to the left and one barely hanging on to the right. It is then she finally turns away from the view over the valley and the river and back to him.

“Drageda.” A name suiting them and the legacy they are creating. “Trigeda is still apart of us but their distance makes it difficult. I imagine another branch will show up between us and them to make communication easier. And perhaps another one here in these lands as we continue to grow,” she says, musing. The information isn’t known much through the mountain but an inevitable future she plans to uphold. “This is where we meet. We met just a few days ago when Gyda decided to step down.”

Thuringwethil takes a deep breath and offers him a smile, comforting on her own features and often few and far between. Sleeping Dragon felt much more like Drageda in a matter of days and the changes set in place and a tension in her shoulders she’d been unable to shake since the beginning had eased up. The spirits she houses gives her a break and, once more, she can properly rule her wolves.