Sleeping Dragon When you're stuck on a skybridge with your worst enemy

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She’d returned from her trip earlier than she thought she might. It hadn’t been far that she’d gone and the direct route, once passing the ravine, had been straight to the coast and almost straight back. Neither she nor Dio left much room for rest and so when they returned, they nearly crashed for the remainder of the night until morning came when things picked up like normal. She checked on the puppies and then the borders, finding nothing out of the ordinary.

The rain is light enough not to soak her fur but persistent enough that her top coat is damp, making her feel heavier than usual, but no matter how many shakes she attempts, it’s quick to settle once more and soaking through to her skin. Thuringwethil takes a turn, not too far from the borders when a call is made for the attention of the crown and she’s quick to change her direction back toward the source.

She sees the pale wolf in the distance waiting and Wildfire from the corner of her eyes. Thuringwethil sweeps down the slope of the dragon with ease until she stops several yards away. Her ears remain forward, tail a glad of superiority above her spine, and her head firmly planted above her shoulders as she waits for the wolf to answer Wildfire's question.