Dragoncrest Cliffs there's no peace in quiet

Thuringwethil barely took the rest of the day off when she arrived home. She kept close to her children, when they allowed, but her actual rest came in spurts. She took to the borders the next day, spending most of her time on the fringes for any signs of an escort group bringing her mate back. The gears constantly turn in the back of her mind for what will happen in the next few weeks and if and when she should take action again. Most of the time, these concerns are kept to herself, but she does not completely ignore their existence.

After a few days, she’s set up a routine again. She starts at one spot and covers as much ground as she can, running a new worn path along the tree line of their claim. Occasionally, the scents of others come fresh and she runs into the occasional wolf but she keeps moving, keeps searching, keeps pacing. Nothing immediate pulls her attention on this stretch of land, casual trot carrying her as if on autopilot.