Sleeping Dragon love isn't brains, children, it's blood

Thuringwethil follows along diligently, letting the girl go where she wished. She listens for sounds near geysers, should one erupt when they are near, but for the most part both of them remain safe. They are closer to the mountain than the opening of the field and if someone pops up that shouldn't be here, she's confident enough wolves will come in time if she can't hold them off. She doubts anything out of the ordinary will come up but when Freyja proposes a question, her ears sweep forward and she goes on a search. The only thing she finds, however, is a hare in the distance and she nods her head.

"What now?" she asks with a swish of her tail, glancing down at the goufa.