Dragoncrest Cliffs Dance with my dogs in the nighttime

Thuringwethil slips in and out of a restless sleep. She recognizes movement nearby but not exactly what, but it does not pull her enough awake to acknowledge it. A few still moments later and she hears to the slow call drift into her ears. She twitches awake and sits up, turning her head to search for her mate but she is not there. Her nose wrinkles a little and she pulls herself to her feet with more effort than necessary and begins to follow the thick trail left behind.

She is more curious than anything, but a little tired of trying to sleep, so she bides her time to see what’s going on. As she approaches, she does not mask her footsteps, crunching through the snow but she does try to listen to her mate’s words the closer she gets.