Nova Peak keep the rage tender

He makes a sound that doesn’t resemble anything in particular but cuts himself off. Thuringwethil stares and watches him clear his throat to try again. For a while, she thought they’d gone the wrong direction or misunderstood the howl. She hadn’t gone looking for those that didn’t come along when she’d have every intention to. But they were smart children, even if they’re young. Her own are smart as they near a similar age since she’d last seen Hvitserk.

Part of her, deep where Heda is rooted, wishes to lash out and take his life from him. When he’d abandoned Drageda in their time of need and revival, he hadn’t been there. The unknown, despite lengthy time between their last encounter, keeps her rooted in her spot. Perhaps the commanders are telling her something, forcing her out into the cold and unknown to run into a ghost from Sleeping Dragon.

”Gon chit,” she says, more of a command for an answer than a simple question though her voice doesn’t raise anymore than her calm, collected nature.