Dragoncrest Cliffs i found the rooms between the violence of comets

Sending her wolves from one war to another would be a foolish thing to do. Even herself is still in the last fringes of her healing but on some nights her foot hurts more than she’d care to admit. A little while longer is all she needs—or she hopes she needs—to get back into shape to protect their land and what has been theirs for many moons now without a hint of neighbors settling in. “We will call a meeting soon so we can all talk about this. But we do not go to them until we’re prepared for the alternative,” she tells them. They weren’t going to hobble over to their neighbors and if taken hostility, be at a disadvantage in their own home. Thuringwethil shuffles a little, breaking up the seriousness of the meeting. She’s satisfied with what they’ve come up with.