Sleeping Dragon Borderlines

The trespasser somehow manages to avoid her grasp, only to settle back into her own defensive stance. The stupidity becomes obvious, and she wonders briefly if the other has a death sentence much like the Seadog woman she killed not too long ago. Her decapitated body remains on the borders still, a warning for others that this woman has clearly missed. Instead, she enters into her claim and threatens their livelihood, only to become defensive instead of run. One simple call to her warriors and she'd watch the life leave her eyes but she keeps silent, for a moment, to circle around and cut off an easy escape.

Thuringwethil keeps the child in her view but her hardened silver gaze doesn't leave the imbecile she's blessed with this day. The lack of battle her wolves face often leaves her restless with her training as a child to now, leading a populous of great size.

"You should have run when you had the chance," she growls then, all warning gone. Had her dodge been turned into a run, perhaps she might have gotten a bite torn out of her flank, but now far enough away from the borders, she doesn't expect to be alone for long. One short, urgent call is made to those within earshot before the distance is closing between them. Thuringwethil makes a quick rush forward, snapping jaws for tender flesh she'd missed by mere inches moments ago.