Dragoncrest Cliffs I knew not to trust, yet I had no choice.

Why did they go?

Thuringwethil takes a deep breath and looks at the ground. She doesn’t like not having the answers, especially for the kids. Especially for kids that have lost a parent. When Wildfire went missing last year, it had been difficult to accept and even harder to explain to their children. And now she’s gone again, for good, and she doesn’t know how to help with the abandonment they must feel. She may not have given birth to them, but she’d never turn her back on them like their mother has done.

“I don’t know,” she offers. Maybe they were scared or weak-minded or simply not Drageda wolves at all. She doesn’t expect to ever have answers so it is easy to store away the cold, frozen anger to some darker part of her. “Know that I am always here for you,” she tells him with a bit of a smile. She is not his mother, will never act as such, but in the absence of his own family, she’ll be there as a shoulder to lean on.