Qeya River Sticks and stones

While Thuringwethil is curious to find out what Arch has to tell her, should he complete his mission and return, will give her a better use to curve for warriors in the future. Curious to know the state of the maplewood, something she hasn’t been visiting lately, is just as heavy on her mind as the rest of the potential information. It would be easy to run down for a quick scope but she never has time to stay longer and really investigate and the life of a loner with a lot of time to spare seemed the best tool to use.

It doesn’t keep Thuringwethil close to the pack one hundred percent of the time but it does keep her close. The river is about as far as she gets to make sure the immediate surroundings of her claim are just as safe as that inside.

The scent of another draws her attention and she pushes herself forward. There’s a familiarity to it but she isn’t able to find why so she finds it easy to search for another. She comes upon a familiar gleam of red fur, even in day light, that puts a slight smile upon her features. She recognizes the woman from her night on Nova Peak, however brief the encounter may have been.

“Do they not feed you near the sea?” she asks, tilting her head to realizes her prey of choice past its prime.