Sleeping Dragon light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out the sun

She isn’t left alone for much longer as Toxochelys comes up to her side, touching the side of her muzzle. Thuringwethil tilts her nose upward just slightly and squares her shoulders in the presence of one of her subordinates, but there’s a softness still since the male already has a history with the Heda. She turns to look him over, knowing he’d been apart of the crew to deal with the grotto wolf and taking his role in Sleeping Dragon seriously. It won’t be long before he officially integrates into Dragedakru.

“No. It’s been quiet,” she tells him—there’s been no hint at a grotto wolf nearby, at least as far as she can tell. “Hopefully the wolf got the message across to the others.”

Thuringwethil hums quietly to herself as she considers the situation, nearly mimicking the problems with Phoenix Maplewood. With Reek still in power nearby, she knows she’ll never have peace, but does she want to take her wolves to war again? They’re all recovering from the famine and resettling their roots into Drageda that, for now, she’s willing to give the idiotic leader a pass.

“It’s unfortunately not the first time this has happened. That one of his wolves made an oblivious mistake because he didn’t tell them,” she says then, looking ahead of her so she doesn’t trip over her own feet. “He’s betrayed me once. He’s know what we’re capable of, but he doesn’t learn.”

With one mistake after another, Thuringwethil’s certain Reek’s fate is not long for this world—whether but some fuck up against her or another is still to be determined.