Dragoncrest Cliffs sitting all alone, mouth full of gum

She lets the girl try to look for something she can’t see a little longer. She has always been a patient wolf and it does not cause her any problem to stand and wait until she’s noted. The observation when the girl is unaware opens up enough for Thuringwethil to see any ill-intent. She doesn’t think any harm comes from her in the moment, even if she’s trying to peek into something she can’t see, she looks young—maybe a little older than her own children—and a lot has happened with Drageda lately and she doesn’t blame her. It’s a whirlwind at time but it’s not always like this.

Since she has not seen her daughter (or Furi) since her arrival, she has to wake Dio’s word for what it is and assume the best even when she wants to assume the worse. Everything on her plate right now seems unorganized and out of control but she chocks it up to something too emotional for her to really be capable of. Her love for Wildfire drives a lot of this.

“I hear you’re friends with Blixen and Furi,” she comments eventually, her tail stiff over her spine and her gaze unwavering and her expression remains flat and unimpressed.

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