Sleeping Dragon It's top shelf, man. It's top shelf.

It is only when the second call has been made that Thuringwethil uproots her position. Gavriel came to relieve her of her duty in watching the puppies so she can attend to the matter but her gait doesn't increase in speed. Most times it is she that greets the wolves on the borders when their numbers are limited, without having the appropriate wolves for the position, but it is not something she concerns herself with in the moment. Wildfire taking up the responsibility doesn't cause worry, either, as she hides the strangers time until her approach.

She only catches the tail end of what they are saying, perhaps for the better, and missing some of the exchange. She looks first to Wildfire without much of an expression and she smoothly transitions to the light colored loner. Dark slate eyes rest heavily upon her features as she quickly scans, making her own assessment with what she can see. Heda slows to a stop, head squared above her shoulders and with enough space from both of them that separates her power.

After a moment, she looks to Wildfire first in order to speak their business.