Altar of Twilight your heart measured in mountains fell and climbed

Whether the women really want to help or are just nosy, Thuringwethil takes a step in their direction. She keeps a distance between them and eases some of her posture to something neutral. Traveling far from her home is not common for her and engaging with others close to theirs puts a stiffness in her she can’t really shake. Whatever doubts about the strangers she has has to be wiped away for her to continue their search.

”She is a small, red wolf with a black smudge on her snout and her tail is black. Her name is Wildfire,” she explains, releasing a pensive breath. ”She was visiting her family in Redhawk Caldera,” she says barely a beat later. Her expression falls flat as she glances between the two women but decides against adding the rest.