Altar of Twilight your heart measured in mountains fell and climbed

While one wolf remains silent through the beginning of the conversation, Thuringwethil focuses on the first to speak. After her explanation of her mate, it is determined she had not been seen. What she hadn’t expected, however, is for her to be recognized. She knew Wildfire had been with another pack that wasn’t the caldera but she hadn’t known where or how far away it was, only perhaps in this area. They hadn’t explored enough yet to really know what is what or who is who but she finds out more with each new day.

“We are much further up the coast, on the other side of the mountain range,” she explains. She’d gone far, initially, and a little adjacent to the coast, but it does not matter now. The tone of the first female is difficult to decipher and she can’t remember if Wildfire left on good terms or not but it had ended in heartbreak and she can’t be sure.

They move on, this time with the other speaking up, and she looks between them. Drageda has the luxury of isolation, away from other packs. A few to the south along the coast but she has little interaction and concern for them. This pack, so close to the caldera, and potentially a threatening one, is a little overwhelming all of a sudden. Thuringwethil sucks in a long breath and nods. “What else do you know about that?” she asks, addressing the both of them now. “Did your wolf survive?”

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