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Neither wolf objects to her command and quickly move off to scan the area. Thuringwethil doesn’t move too far in either direction, keeping to the same area that her howl resonated, and waits to see if whomever made the first move will seek her out. While confident neither of her guards are too far—should she need their assistance—she’s certain she can handle herself in the presence of danger. She’s far more eager to know about the abandonment, should the other have any enlightenment, than to worry about what she may be getting herself into.

The scent of another catches her attention, not Dio nor Hush, and instead one dark in color that more resembles herself. Her head squares above her shoulders but she tries to ease her posture—she’d run into another wolf near his own claim and reminds herself how far away she is from her own—and nods her head once when the man asks a question of her.

“There had been a pack here, or nearby, and I heard of it’s potential disbandment,” she explains. They’re both there for information and she doubts he is completely oblivious to his surroundings, wherever he may be from. “I am Heda Thuringwethil, from Sleeping Dragon.”