Dragoncrest Cliffs The Prince And The Dragons

She hears the first call and her ears swivel forward, curious. It is strange to her that the strange girl Eske brought to Drageda has a visitor—one that calls for her by name—and she can’t help but feel the pull of her feet in that direction. She does not rust to the borders as nothing malicious comes from its origin but it is a little out of place. Thuringwethil catches Furi’s scent easily and follows after it, soon mixed with Blixen, and when she’s only a few minutes away, Blixen’s howl fills her ears. As much as she wants to try and find an answer before she gets there, she sets her worry aside and slips easily through the familiar redwoods until the overwhelming scent of two strangers has taken over.

The tension is thick between the four of them and she looks at the pale girl first and then the boy that stands beside her. She doesn’t draw much of her attention but the thin form of a ragged, tired body pulls her away. She thinks of Amekaze and Hydra and the description they’d given of the beast that has terrorized their side of the world but. It’s hard to believe that this is the wolf they spoke of, recollecting a large, fresh scar being mentioned. This stranger doesn’t bear such a mark but his sandy legs and pale fur leave her curious. Thuringwethil licks her lips and steps close to Blixen, separating her from Furi, and waits for an explanation.