Dragoncrest Cliffs i don't love being the person who hides in the garage with her secret crib turkey.

Ever since Wildfire’s return, Thuringwethil’s nights in Hougeda are few and far between. She makes an attempt to work around this and spend more time there during the day, at least once every morning and every evening. When she stirs from her morning slumber, she slowly unwraps herself from around her mate and shakes herself free with the intention of going about her usual routine.

Before she gets too far, she notes Artaax’s fresh scent leading a trail away from her destination. Thuringwethil’s ears swivel forward and she turns, immediately adjusting her course to follow after the pale boy. When she breaks the tree line into the redwoods, she picks up a trot until his scent thickens and she slows, noting a blip of white against bark and she swings up nearby just a silent footed.