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

Hope you don't mind me wrapping this up! Another soon? <3

Thuringwethil offers a stiff nod upon the congratulations. It is something she had been meant to do all along and would do until the day she dies, by whatever hands manage it, and she only has to get by doing her best. Her wolves are trusting in her decisions and keeping them safe is not a luxury she can afford to lose. Menta had not given her negative feelings having been so close to her borders but she’d worn a scent she did not recognize, and had Asterr’s been on her, she might have been a little easier.

“I should go,” she says then, knowing she shouldn’t be away from the mountain too long with Gyda indisposed. “Let Asterr know she is welcome to visit. You, too,” Thuringwethil adds with a brief smile before she turns to go.