Dragoncrest Cliffs the heart grows brutal from feeding on fantasies

The sun is bright in the sky, not a cloud for miles, but the light wind brushing across the terrain and deceivingly cold temperature tells a different story. It seems much brighter with snow on the ground, forcing her to squint and turn, backing out of the clearing and back toward the redwoods. With a canopy of shade above, rays of sunlight filtering through between each trees, she’s much more relaxed in the cover and protect it has to offer. The wound on her shoulder has mostly healed at this point, leaving fresh scar tissue, and she has regained the full use of her toes without any pain. Running and jumping has become something of ease, thankfully.

Briefly, Thuringwethil runs into Tirgatao and speaks with her a moment, knowing what she has to do. With the absence of dreams the last several weeks, maybe even months, she only has one omen to go on and it has come in a way she’s never experienced before, but @Wildfire’s scent on the wind temporarily distracts her. She concludes the brief discussion, moving on. Naturally, she turns through one particularly large tree to locate her mate. Thuringwethil’s ears cup forward and she peers around every turn the thicker the scent gets and doesn’t stop her search until she finds what she’s looking for.