Dragoncrest Cliffs more scar tissue than muscle memory

All welcome. Tagging everyone in Drageda for visibility. Not everyone has to join. Everyone is welcome to, though. Outsiders may join but will likely be chased off. @Dio @Wildfire @Rebekka @Hush @Portia @Tanja @Chessur @Eske

The night had largely been restless. Thuringwethil managed a little sleep in increments once her shift had been over. Resting next to Wildfire with the rest of the wolves had been comforting in ways, even if a number of them are missing. Freyja and Hvitserk are smart children and she has no doubt they made it out and are somewhere. The thought still shoots an ache through her chest but it does not deter her. They need a place to live or else those lost may not have a place to come home to. In a few days, when things have settled, they will send a search party. Until then, the children will manage to survive on their own (she has to tell herself) so she can focus on those whom have relied on her so far.

They are still meant to travel in pairs, at least for a while, but she expects a few stragglers that may not go too far. Luckily they had yet to run into another wolf not of their own but perhaps that will change in the days to come.

She finds herself away from them, though not too far should she need to call for attention, but she can't settle her restless legs. The land is vaguely familiar from her trips to the coast and the time she spent here a few days ago. The draw it has on her begins to unfold and there is plenty she has yet to explore but she recognizes the wide and open lake. Her nose drops and she laps at the cool water, thankful to have a fresh source coat her scratchy throat. She picks up her head and looks behind her the way she came but eventually her eyes turn to look over the drop from her vantage point and while she cannot see the ocean from where she stands, she can hear the crash against stone on repeat. Home.