Dragoncrest Cliffs who will bring me flowers when it's over?

In the depths of the redwoods, Thuringwethil finds the scent of a woman she does not know. It is a strange experience to encounter wolves she has not met. The times she visited Trigeda before Seageda’s fall often brought few wolves she didn’t know but in her own claim, she isn’t rather fond of it. Having put trust in Eske to take the lead for a few weeks while she recovered has brought in a few that never came under her scrutiny. She can only assume the woman this belongs to is the one that has become a friend of Cecil’s in his short stay in Drageda. She’s fallen ill, she’d been told briefly, but her movements lead her to believe she’s doing better.

Hopefully nothing they’d passed to one another since the stranger’s arrival. The chuff gives her a direct line as she steps through, the day coming to an end as the light announces its departure. Thuringwethil chuffs in return and nods her head, calling to the woman.