Sleeping Dragon under the grave

Puppies are not necessarily included in the post order to keep things going since it's a joining thread but 3+ posts from any of them warrents a mercenary trade.

In an effort to divide her time up with the Goufas, knowing most of the traits at this point and where there interest lays, she’d spent time in the afternoon with @Thyri, @Eske, and @Hvitserk by her side. With different aspects of their interests may or may not overlap, she is certain Gavriel and Gyda are doing their part, but the fundamentals every guardian needs is something she can easily provide. Spending time on the borders is one of the tedious chores they all more or less need to do and their time with an adult will become less and less over the next several weeks. Soon, they’ll be big and strong enough—though not perfected in their ways—to spend more time on their own.

The call that catches her attention near the end causes an immediate shift. There isn’t a hesitation as she is drawn in that direction, giving the puppies a chance to return to the rendezvous site or tag along if they so choose, for a simple call gives her enough trust to bring the pack’s young to a stranger. Still, she informs each one to remain behind her and out of the way until she further instructs them.

With all, or whomever remains of the three, Thuringwethil begins her trek down the decline where she finds a scarred male than had been tried and true the whole time. Whatever corruption lain with Seageda now gone, she can look upon her former with the same fondness she once had. And to have him once more in her embrace settles uneasy feelings in her chest, despite the changes she’ll know she’ll have to tell him. Tanja standing upon her—their—border, she knows that others may come too and it means Trigeda is doing well enough without her assistance anymore.

“Tanja,” she says quietly with a brief smile upon her form, and takes a long stride to stand before him.