Dragoncrest Cliffs I am holy now the water's hit me

Thuringwethil doesn’t have a tight knit relationship with every member of the pack. She’s spent more time with Dalia when she was a child than as an adult and with a lot of the last few months being gone, it is not a surprise they did not spend much time together upon her return from war. However, it does not slow her reaction when she hears the first broken howl, followed by another that causes her to push herself a little bit harder.

She is not the first to arrive. Of course, Dio arrived earlier and already trying to assess the situation and Thuringwethil doesn’t know how to fit in. She’s careful not to get too close, but she’s worried, and she rumbles low. The scents on their pelts are not necessarily familiar but she bristles, licks her lips, and circles back around.

The request to be told how to help doesn’t make the situation any better. This is where they would call Portia but when it’s the medic that needs fixing, they can’t rely solely on her to give them the 101 when her leg is clearly broken. Her ears twitch and she lifts her head and howls for someone, for @Wildfire, for @Rose, for anyone that might know something, and they need extra paws to help the two injured girls safely.