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Thuringwethil doesn’t have any luck finding a meal but she does find a scent that holds her interest and, before long, she has a face to apply. Her dark eyes lift as she searches the tall wolf in his approach and his polite chuff doesn’t go unnoticed. She remains silent for a moment as she nods, acknowledging his presence, but the scent of Tirgatao and blood is near and her concern fades away from the stranger. When she turns her head to see the pale wolf emerge, a limp bird in her jaws, she gives a slight sight of relief before she returns the attention to the wolf standing across the way.

“Hello,” she calls out, thinking about the wolves they met the day prior in the Nereides. The male seems far too confident to be one of the women-faring pack and she wonders what else he has in store for her to learn. On Sleeping Dragon, she had her hand in the nearby territories and little went on without her noticing but the whole stretch of coast and those within proximity gave her a slight worry as she invades their space. Still, Drageda is far enough away from another civilization that she doesn’t suspect much trouble. “I am commander Thuringwethil of Drageda and this is one of our advisors, Tirgatao,” she introduces with a flick of her ear in Tirgatao’s direction.