Sequoia Coast because i could not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me

It seems a little strange to Thuringwethil but she does not press for information. Perhaps the answer isn’t meant to be and so she waits, instead, to hear the introduction. The name triggers a memory from months prior and her ears drop against her head. It has been a long time since she thought of Lucani and feeling the surge now makes her feel compelled to ask but she keeps her jaws shut. The meeting had been brief that she had seen her last with her new leader but she brushes it off as best as she can and straightens her shoulders a little tighter.

“I am Thuringwethil, from Drageda,” she introduces. “Donnelaith is down the coast a ways, yes?” It had been some time since she’d gone that far south, just across the river that separated the coast. Thuringwethil hadn’t gone any further south to see where the pack may be but she knows the distance is greater than she could easily travel at length from her home.