Sleeping Dragon I have fought the good fight

When the call from Goliath is made with a note of urgency, she thinks back to Storm and having coming upon them. The wispy male had dared enter their territory to ruin a cache, for which he paid dearly for with a broken leg and captivity until he'd been able to pay them back. A soft spot had been struck, for whatever reason, to not send the injured male out into the wild only to die. There's a brief moment that flashes through her mind with wonder over where the strange wolf had gone off too since his minuscule repayment. The famine had been hard on all of them and a captive was too much weight to bear so his imprisonment had ended on a short term.

Now, faced with another wanderer near her borders, no doubt detained by her beast, she approaches with an easy glide down the mountain. There is another, sitting in the dwarfing shadow that is Goliath, that only briefly catches her attention but she does not pay him much mind when she approaches. Thuringwethil does not rush to the scene as she might have expected her to do but there is no chaos or violence upon her approach.

With her her squared evenly between her shoulders and her tail arched high, she only gives the smaller male a brief glance before she turns to the rather prideful looking branwoda. He'd done well since his return and follower her command, intercepting another and calling her instead of resorting to violence. After the former Seadog Queen's death not too far from here (vaguely curious if the body still remains as a warning to travelers), the wraith focuses on her warrior first.

"What is this?"