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The heart of Sleeping Dragon doesn’t necessarily rest in the center—considering they can’t quite get to it, with the volcano and all—but near the sight the wolves congregated often enough. Perhaps the best thing they have to a rendezvous site for them to rest, something unofficial, that she might consider making it official. The wolves slept close enough to one another that if there is a disturbance, they’d be together within a matter of minutes, but something she doesn’t have to (currently) worry about.

The thoughts are disrupted when she hears the footfalls of another and she swings her head at the same time Dio speaks. She gives him a slight nod in return.

“Dio.”

Thuringwethil turns a little to face the Gona, scanning his form for any signs of trouble, and finds herself curious to his purposeful stance. She’s relaxed enough in his presence, with his future heavily considered in the back of her mind—something she reminds herself to bring up—but instead she gives him to floor to speak first.