Cerulean Cape Time Does Fly

Thuringwethil can only assume the woman is coming from the south. There is not a pack that way for miles. They are too close to Drageda for her to miss it and the break would have put a damper on travel. Her ears swivel forward and she nods. She had not traveled with the ocean at her side before coming to the cliffs, having moved in land once Seageda had fallen. But it is to the sea she has always returned and there seems to be a similar connection in the woman in front of her.

“You will run into a pack if you continue north from here,” she comments idly though she makes no indication of her ties for the moment. The other doesn’t have much of a destination in mind but she should still be wary of the way she goes.