Altar of Twilight your heart measured in mountains fell and climbed

While the wind does not work in the favor of those behind her, she notes the strength of one scent that is quickly accompanied by two. She does not react right away, keeping her feet moving forward with a smooth motion across the ground floor. Thuringwethil does not expect to get out of the area without some sort of confrontation but if she can keep it in her favor for as long as possible, she’ll be able to keep the upper hand.

As the thickness of two scents meld together, watchful eyes felt to have borne holes into the back of her head, Thuringwethil finally slows to a stop. They do not advance any faster to have become a physical threat but why they choose to stalk leaves her curious. When she turns her head, the light of the moon does well to expose them in the distance. Her own coat, no matter how dark, is given away by the light in the sky.

The commander keeps her tail held relatively slow, idly swaying, but her head remains higher than neutral but as far relaxed as she’s let on.