Dragoncrest Cliffs a storm with skin

Tirgatao’s concern puts a smile upon her features. Thuringwethil thumps her head once and glances away, off toward the sea as she considers her words. She’s quiet for a long moment but she nods anyway, licking her lips as her mouth becomes dry.

It is not herself that she is concerned for but the wolves she has collected in the last year. Would they sacrifice their lives if the next Heda commanded it? Her council had scarified themselves in their final act to prove their loyalty and while it leaves her without the proper support she needs, she knows there are wolves within Seageda still true to their Heda and she can only hope those that have become loyal to her are just as loyal to the legacy they have built.

“They may hear. They may challenge me. I will defend Drageda until I am no more.”