Redhawk Caldera i warn you not to doubt the silence before the storm

Thuringwethil’s ears swivel forward as Portia speaks again, giving instructions to Blixen. She watches her daughter as she focuses on every word that is spoken as if she knows exactly what is the healer is doing. The basics are there, but for the most part she knows she is useless in these situations, especially when it is not apparent what is wrong with her mate aside from the obvious emaciation. Her nose twitches, drawing in what scents she can but it is not familiar to her but the crowding of the other wolves, with their own, makes it difficult to really decipher anything Wildfire still carries with her.

As Portia demands food and water, her ears droop and she glances back, following the female’s direction for the cache. “@Hux,” she beckons a beat later and points with her nose to go with the alpha female. From the corner of her eyes, she sees Eljay and the way the woman freezes but she does not allow her time to assess the sudden tension in the air. The woman eventually moves past it too with the next step. Her mind swims in the helplessness that has overcome her, letting another make the decisions but there is not much she can do. Any sign of resistance or dominance in someone else’s home can risk their entire operation.

Thuringwethil nods and turns to search for Dio, landing on him not too far away, she jerks her nose to beckon him closer. She makes a circle to the other side of her mate to prepare but she catches a glimpse of Artaax that stands so tensely in the other direction. She moves to his side with a low rumble of her chest, letting her nose touch the back of his head for a brief few seconds before she pulls back to begin the moving Wildfire.