Sleeping Dragon you look like the rest of my life

Thuringwethil knew changes would occur within Drageda as a new empire wher ethings were often the same day in and out with Seageda. Their foundation is not as strong nor deep as her former home but their roots are strong and continue to sink into the mountain they have claimed as their own. The changes are to be expected, no matter what kind of turns she faces, and she’s confident in her wolves that, one day, they will all serve Heda as much as the former generations had. Her old wolves may one day come to Drageda when Trigeda is stable enough but she does not require their presence, content their dedication to their brothers and sisters (and everyone outside the binary) is as strong as ever.

Her own wolves, as new to their ways as they are, have proven themselves just as much. Portia being the newest member of Drageda once her contribution had been proven and a ritual she is to perform in the coming days, she’s gathered the things necessary the skayona instructed. The herb she obtained from the woman, uncertain of the name—not that she needed to know what it is for the purpose—and wet ash collected in a lump on the cave floor next to a sharpened rock she’d ran over and over against stone to file the edge sharper.

With plenty of daylight still to spare, Thuringwethil then lifts her head to call for @Wildfire.