Ankyra Sound a grey mist on the sea’s face

The amount of rain is beginning to make Thuringwethil a little stir crazy. She tries to spend most days in the cavern with her mate and children and the rest of Hougeda. It’s damp muskiness had become heavy and difficult to breathe and no one was really getting any drier. They still took to the land in the rain when they had to, stretching their legs to the borders and back and soaking them to their core once more. Today is no different. The rain is heavy and the thunder is loud but Thuringwethil can’t take to spending longer in the cavern and knowing @Eske must feel the same, she grabs her guard and emerges out into the storm.

What is meant to be only a check of the borders, Thuringwethil can’t help but press onward past their mark once they’ve reached it. The constantly rain has washed the thickness of their perimeters and there is little they can do until the skies clear up and dry up the earth. After this, she’s certain she’ll never want to see rain again but if it is what the guardians brought Drageda, they must take what gifts they may. It never comes without a price and Thuringwethil is glad they are in mind, at least, and they know where she is. The commanders must have sought to it.

Thuringwethil’s attention alters when there is a blip of dark against the wet sand up ahead. Her ears cup forward and she tries to narrow her gaze through the rough wall of rain she’s trying to walk through. She glances back to her cheka and urges her forward to investigate.