Dragoncrest Cliffs Thar she blows

When Hush catches her attention, her ears perk forward, but he does not linger long. Instead, he immediately turns on his feet and runs off the way he’d come. She barely has time to react as she sets into motion, concern filling her chest that something is wrong. The mute is often in the background of the things Drageda does but when there is something he needs, Heda isn’t foolish enough to ignore it. She lets herself stem from the anxiety developing as she catches up to the smaller wolf, coming to a stop near the end of the cliffs that border the sound.

Her tongue lolls out the side of her mouth as she slows, coming up beside the wolf as he points with his nose toward the ocean. Uncertain what she is to expect, Thuringwethil steps closer and peers out. At first, she sees nothing, but then the dark length of something surfaces. The impressive creature does not completely show itself but she knows what rests out in the ocean at night. She has not seen one since Seageda and she smiles, turning back to the mute.

“They are guardians,” she explains. “They protect the ocean.”

Whale is not exactly in her common vernacular but they have always lived side by side of those in Seageda. They saw them every once in a while and they welcomed their presence in the ocean waters. “It is the first one I have seen here.”