Sleeping Dragon the end of a bloodline

While Tanja’s arrival had caught her off guard, she knew she needed to prepare herself should others actually arrive. They will be accepted in a world not like their home, despite that they are all the same. Life in the Wilds is far different than it had been in Seageda and as much as Thuringwethil tries to keep things in line, things continue to change.

“The Wilds here are not the same as where we are from and we have only adapted to fit our new home. There was a pack southwest of us that threatened us with war and then deserted when we brought it to them,” she tells him with an indifferent shrug. A win is a win is a win and while blood had not been shed and lives had not been lost, they won the war against the Phoenix wolves. It is their luck that they found a safe haven away from them, without a trail left behind. “And the pack northwest of here, they are not welcome close and we do not go near them. They’ve had one warning and if they are found close, kill them.”

She licks her lips, glancing toward Tanja. In their walk, Thuringwethil will later lead him to the glacier to find their scent for memory. In the meantime, she only veers toward the western side of the lands.

“As you know, Seageda’s Hedonakru sacrificed their lives and rebuilding here, I have found followers, new and old, and they have become as much Drageda as anyone else. Dio, who you will meet soon, has taken role of Wocha and Wildfire is my Bandrona. Fleimkepa has not been taken but one of the children, a sibling of Eske, is being groomed to take that position when she is old enough.”