The Bracken Woods devour your kings

@Magnus!

With things going, for the most part, well within the confines of Sleeping Dragon, the time Thuringwethil spends outside the territory doesn't leave her feeling guilty. Eli and Smoke have been relatively elusive on the borders, making it difficult to assess how they really are doing. Their scents haven't been as strong and the irritation building up at the one simple task she'd asked of them has begun to develop. Instead of seeking them out and reinforcing their jobs, she'd slipped past the borders and out of Snacha's attention, and headed east the way she'd come into the valley.

She doesn't go too far and eventually the cover of the bracken woods loom over her. The dark leader doesn't go too far into the thick congestion of trees, scouting the area for any remaining scent she might have left behind. Her nor Eli strikes her attention that she might have something to worry about but the concern of her other wolves finding her remain in the back of her mind.

The sun is still high in the sky, thus she doesn't blend too much into the shadows the trees offer, but she tends to stick to them anyway for comfort. The elk the pack hunted had separated and broken off, fleeing into the woods and she'd been curious if they lingered close for their fallen brethren or continued on their run. Thuringwethil hesitates further travel, inhaling a long draw, coming up empty on anything to lead her in the right direction.