Sheepeater Cliff death is only the end if you assume the story is about you

Most of their journey is in silence. It isn’t necessarily comfortably, or terribly uncomfortable, as they do not know each other that well. Most of their interaction is direction based, alternating shifts of sleep when needed, and hunting with or for one another. Thuringwethil finds trust in rauna, something she has not been able to do with an outsider in a long time, and she is content in his presence that if something were to go wrong, he’ll be able to back her up. The first day or two is a little rough with tension and anxiety but the weather has warmed up (not by much), but enough to make the travel not so rough. The skies are cloudy, threatening them with the warning of snow, but for now they continue on while the ground is clear of anything but frost.

The area they’ve managed to stop in isn’t necessarily familiar but she feels they are making progress. @Étoille assures her they are going in the right direction, at least.

For the time being, she separates from her companion. Halfway to their destination should make it easier to close the last bit of distance but something overwhelms her. She’d never been an anxious wolf until the last year, working through her anxieties more than addressing them and perhaps putting her in positions she should never be in. In fact, having a mate does this constantly. Still, she ignores it and the words of those from her home, and continues on. She’d taken Wildfire as her mate, had made a promise, and she needs to uphold it. This time without putting Drageda in anymore danger by compromising their numbers and taking one wolf instead of numerous keeps them strong on the coast, while she is capable of taking care of herself.

Overhead, she can hear the clacking of horns against one another, but she pays them little mind. The scent of blood crosses her nose and hesitantly she continues going. One look over her shoulder indicates she is still alone, with Étoille resting or hunting for himself. Thuringwethil finds the carcass of a sheep on the ground, a large bird having taken perch upon him, but she does not advance. The eagle is far bigger than most birds she is used to seeing with a beak and talons clearly made for danger. Instead of pursuing and attempting to chase off the bird (if her companion were here, perhaps together they’d succeed) and she simply waits in the position as a scavenger instead.

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