Dragoncrest Cliffs Dance with my dogs in the nighttime

Thuringwethil hangs back of the group for a while, herding them close to the ocean in a way that avoids the cavern. She can’t remember the last time all five of them had been together but it has certainly far too long. She never wants them to leave her sight from there on out, knowing how unrealistic it is, but she hopes for all their sake that return to them in one piece, unharmed.

As they reach the shore, the waves crashing in low tide. The sky is clear and the moon is small, stars bright above them and reflect against the water. At first she does not realize Wildfire has a plan and she turns her head when she’s mentioned, curious to hear where she’s going. Since the absence of her mate, her mind has often been on other things and she frowns, wishing to cover up how little she really spent with them in lieu of their mother.