Dragoncrest Cliffs god is a shapeless hunger

Neither wolf argues but Blixen seems surprised. Helix watches her a few scrutinizing seconds. Heda’s daughter is young but she has been trained beneath her, she’s sure, and Helix hopes it is only a surprise for her reaction. Thuringwethil had been young upon her ascension. Perhaps she has always had good faith in the young.
 
There is nothing left to say, no room for her to argue, and the woman ends the conversation there. When she is ready, the wolves will leave to help Trigeda and she’ll be left behind. She doesn’t like what has been decided but she doesn’t do anything but a stern purse of her lips and clenching of her jaw. Thuringwethil dismisses the group and awkwardly she liners a moment, but ultimately steps back to sort through everything.