Sunset Valley you don't make a deal to become immortal with angels

Her companion, Mojave, doesn't add any affiliation to her name and she's concluded she doesn't belong to the few pack she's aware. It likely gives her some added benefit when tensions are high between Drageda and a good portion of her neighbors. It left her to wonder, though, about a straggler in these parts. Often they come in waves, for a reason she's unable to explain, but curious all the same.

Thuringwethil shakes her head to the question and then looks across the valley for a better view, but the glacier and hollows are in the way. If things were timed perfectly, a plume of smoke might arise to help give direction but the sky remains clear above.

"On the other side. Kinda... around that way," she tells her with a directional point of her snout. It would do little without further instruction but without intent, she isn't keen on leading a stranger back. "Where are you headed?"