Sleeping Dragon bone tongue

Next round. Will end next Sunday. @Dio @Wildfire @Hush @Portia @Rosalyn @Goliath @Rebekka @Mojave @Freyja @Thyri @Hvitserk @Eske.

The ritual, a quick one, would typically end the meeting as Heda bore her mark and their lives went on about their business. As Portia put the final touches, the antibiotic, across her skin, she stares at the wound for a long moment. Her features, devoid of the pain the woman had caused, turned back to look over the ground. There is little that has changed when she glanced away but Thyri catches a glimpse but she thinks little of the closeness. Thuringwethil turns to Portia and murmurs a quiet “mochof” of thanks.

Once Portia has taken her spot back among the crowd, she scans their features and knows the majority might not have an opinion about the next set but she swallows a lump in her throat. However, as if something that may have slipped her mind, she begins again: “There is a pack forming south of here. Their distance is no threat to us and they know not to hunt above the maplewood. It is best if you do not hunt big game below,” she says, as she eases the meeting to a close. The last thing on their plate, however, sends her gaze back toward Wildfire for a brief few seconds.

“Most of you are not of our own customs and teachings yet and perhaps that is a good thing as things can change to better fit us while still keeping to our ways. There have been a lot of changes since the beginning but I still the strength of Seageda here, even as many of you do not know our former home. It is not common for Heda to have a family of their own, outside the populous of our wolves, but I’d like to make an official statement. It will not cause any changes and my position will not change, but it is something you must know, that I have taken Wildfire as my mate.”

Thuringwethil tightens her jaw and doesn’t break away to look at Wildfire and, while she resists the urge to shrink back, waits for the response to come.