Sleeping Dragon better things

Thuringwethil often feels tested, especially since turning Sleeping Dragon solely into Drageda. She molded the wolves they had to better suit their way of life and while she ran the throne, she often did more lower level stuff than she has been used to. Seageda had everything in working order and she didn't often have to oversee a lot of things. Now that Dio is in place at Wocha, she can focus on searching the right wolf within their claim to fill the spot. Briefly she considers sending a messenger to Trigeda for more of Seageda to come home but she sets that aside, for the moment, as she realizes what's in front of her.

While she hopes Gavriel teaches her as much as he can, she nods her head once, slowly, and offers a shake of her tail. 

"Did you know there is another pack, it is a long ways from here, but they follow the Heda too?" she offers, moving her nose to encourage Freyja to take a step with her. "Before Drageda came to be, I led elsewhere, in a place called Seageda but our move brought us here and Trigeda remained north but if I were to call for them, they would show," she explains, though the purpose has yet to fulfill Freyja's desire to lead. "You may not be able to be commander, but perhaps a queen one day." 

Thuringwethil gives the girl a smile as her words close with sincerity. She never doubts the abilities of those who may want someone, especially their age, as she'd still been a child when she took the helm and had been expected to learn and understand everything it took before then. If Freyja is to follow in her footsteps, she expects she'll be able to accomplish all the things she'll need to one day become queen.