Dragoncrest Cliffs sheidgeda

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Thuringwethil spends most of her time in the forest the lines the coast. It is not terribly impressive but a few miles wide and several in length. It is enough to block their core, their hougeda, but in the days of trying to claim their new home, their presence is required more at attention on the surface than anywhere else. When Emaleth barks her alarm, Thuringwethil isn’t terribly are, and she hits the ground running as she weaves through the wall trees. What is likely a few minutes feels like hours but by the time she comes upon her newest companion with teeth lunged in her direction, Thuringwethil’s feet thunder the soil beneath her.

Seregrýn isn’t able to do much damage, if any, by the time Heda lunges for the woman. A snarl of deafening applause is her only announcement as she rips the fos goufa back by the scruff and to the ground. The woman does not yet acknowledge the guard who may have been attempting to diffuse the situation but hadn’t been quick enough. When the child is on the ground, Thuringwethil’s jaws tighten in warning but she drops the wolf while a growl still rumbles in her throat.

“Set daun.”