Qeya River Sticks and stones

There isn't much Thuringwethil knows about the woman but her company had been welcome on the mountain when she'd stayed there. Not many wolves knew who she was back then and without a guard, she had been unafraid. The wolves from Seageda and surrounding territories had no knowledge of where she'd been at the time but since communication opened back up, she can't afford the same luxury. If Thuringwethil were to travel from Sleeping Dragon more than a territory away, a guard goes with her. Here, she feels no fear with her own warriors a simple call away and she doubts she can't hold her own. With Larksong being the only threat, Roz puts her at ease.

"I am," she says with an indifferent shrug of her shoulder. "We made it through the famine all right."

She decides to take a step closer, though her distance remain great so that she does not threaten her prize. Encroaching on another, no matter how sour it may be, isn't necessarily where she wants to find herself. "You look a little worse for wear, how about your others?" she questions then. "And why don't we hunt for something better?"