Cerulean Cape Time Does Fly

It is not long before they are noticed. The posture of the other wolf changes noticeably from a distance and Thuringwethil glances at Tirgatao once. Her tail hovers high, but not fully arched over her back, and her head remains square between her shoulders. With a guard, she finds it easier to keep in such a form they are not in the safety of Drageda’s borders. The stranger ahead is the only wolf in the area as far as she can see (stretches down the coast either way) and there is nothing abnormal in the air. She flickers her ears forward as the other finally gets close enough to greet them.

Thuringwethil takes a few steps forward to close the distance, and so Tirgatao can fade into the background easily. “Hello,” she finally greets, albeit stiffly.