Dragoncrest Cliffs it's a well known fact about you:

Thuringwethil’s morning were getting later and later. As the biting temperatures start to die off and the sun offers up a little stationary warmth and the promise of spring, she remains behind with her mate before moving on. Soon, she will gather the wolves together and discuss the matters of their neighbors, but this today when she does set into routine, a fox crosses her path at the wrong place and wrong time.

It is a quick end, snapping easily around the neck, and carrying the rest of it further in into the territory. The less attraction of fresh blood on her borders, the better, and she begins to instinctively take it to Wildfire. When @Prince’s scent crosses her path, she slows to a stop—she hasn’t seen him very much since he joined, and she hasn’t seen him since he stumbled back to their borders. Thuringwethil moves with kill in tow to locate him.