Meadowlark Prairie Retreat into your mind

Ever so slightly, her head had tilted as his ears fell back. Had something happened to the female? Asterr's own ears threatened to fold at the thought, for even though she'd hardly known the other wolf, she hadn't wished death upon her. Thankfully, however, the motion was revealed to have been done out of surprise, rather than the recollection of a painful memory. That was good, at least, to know that an old acquaintance hadn't passed.

Thuringwethil was the leader of Sleeping Dragon, apparently, a fact that she'd not been told during their meeting; not that it really mattered, since she'd not shared her own position of leadership, either. "We met once while I had been exploring," she'd answered. "We had not spoken for very long, but she was memorable—her name, especially." As was the time that she'd stumbled through the pronunciation of it. "Is she well?"