Dragoncrest Cliffs little wonders

Even with the responsibility of family each morning, Thuringwethil still wakes and stretches and leaves the den (not before a kiss from her mate and their three children. They react little at first and Thuringwethil is content to see them alive and happy and growing. Their personalities have begun to take shape and develop something new each day. Days come and days go and she learns more through various successes and failures and they simply bumble along. Wildfire seems to have perked up a little bit but their time together is often tense and uncertain but she doesn’t quite know what to do in the meantime.

Thought of Asherah and her little family leaves her curious to see how they are doing and if they’d acclimated well. She’s seen little in passing, wrapped up in her own affairs instead of Drageda, but there have been little disruption that she needs to worry about. They are secure and safe and well fed but if the Teekon has taught her anything, it is not for long they can keep this up, but while they have if, Thuringwethil is welcome to embrace it while it’s around.

The dark woman makes her way through the redwood forest, to the north where she’d last known the woman to settle with her children, in hopes to extend an invitation to their main sleeping grounds, where the rest of Drageda (or at least, the most of them) take refuge as well as enjoy the only beach they have access to from the cliffs. Thuringwethil lifts her nose then for a short call to the trio: @Asherah, @Anatha, @Elohim.