Cerulean Cape Time Does Fly

The woman responds the same but she does not speak again, waiting for the other to give her a clue what her intentions are. Even though she seems lax on the outside, she still stands in front of a stranger. Tirgatao has her back if she needs anything but she does not have the safety of her claim readily available. There are no other wolves between them or in the distance, she reminds herself, but the woman quickly becomes invasive no matter how soon she apologizes. Her ears twitch upon her head and fall back for a moment, swiftly erecting again to try and start over.

“I am Thuringwethil. This is Tirgatao,” she introduces though she finds a need to reserve any further information. Her posture, no matter how strained, remains stiff. “We are traveling,” she vaguely explains. One brow lifts curiously. “What of you?”