Sleeping Dragon Knock me off my feet

Even though Wildfire doesn’t say anything else, Thuringwethil feels a little out of place. She stiffens, like she wants to say something more, and a frown settles on her features that she’s not able to let her continue. If she had the answers, she would give them, but here she stands, faced with changing her own culture for one girl and there’s not a single wolf to help her process it.

The ambassador moves on and Thuringwethil nods her head, eyes scanning back over her features. She’d been anticipating the news about Kierkegaard for some time now but it’s been tainted by the previous question. Heda pushes it away and shifts her posture a little as she waits for the news to come though she struggles to keep it at bay.