Silvertip Mountain the moon hides your pain

Set at the base of Silvertip Mountain where it meets Honeyed Pasture. Any Drageda wolves may cameo.

They had been on the road a few days. Most of the time they walk in silence, scattered from one another to cover ground for better scouting. They move quickly, surprising Thuringwethil with how much ground they cover. If they keep going, it’ll be just a few more days before they reach their borders. She’s certain she could skew for days if she were to stop but she presses on. A few hours a night they come settle. Those that still have an appetite eat, sleep, or whatever they need to do but she’s at least able to keep an eye on everyone.

She hasn’t spoke much to her children since they began but she doesn’t blame them for now wanting to speak to her either.

Once they’ve settled for the night, and they’ve decided on who does what, Thuringwethil is able to take a step back and search for @Artaax. He’s skirted off to the side of the group and she slowly approaches him, a soft woof to break the air and draw his attention, but does not get any closer without him prompting.