Dragoncrest Cliffs and i will grow like you

Helix watches the way the girl holds herself. A little unsure, confused, but Helix doesn’t put it past her. She’s young but so had Thuringwethil and she remembers that day easily. Something similar between them, proving the fiery girl, though not by blood, is still Heda’s daughter. She’d seen the uncertainty in the girl’s face on Ascension Day despite her training since birth. Blixen will do just fine.
 
“Well enough,” she tells her with a hint of a smile. “I have been a warrior for a long time, and have helped our generals and led my own wolves, but I admit I have not done much with the rest of leadership. I know our ways inside and out and I feel confident enough to help you—as Heda wants me to do, so do not be afraid to come to me.” The youth in Blixen’s face is not enough to worry her but she does not want to be unapproachable because of who she is. She wants to see Drageda flourish in Thuringwethil’s absence just as anyone else and though she cannot fight beside her wolves in Trigeda, she certainly can here.