Sleeping Dragon your heart's too big for your body

@Hush or @Lorne? Or both?

Born in Seageda, she’d known the land like the backs of her paws. She knew the in and outs of the ocean, the cove, the caves, the forest the borders them. She knew each neutral territory between their own and their neighbors and those in her alliance. Mapping the surrounding zones of Drageda had been a process and her bones weary but she’d gotten a good feel. To memorize them would take time, to know the exact distance between herself and the outer reaches of the mountain but there’s comfort in knowing and using her surroundings to her advantage.

Instead of exploring more, she remains on the borders of her claim. The next morning, she and Warbone were to set for the west to meet Reek but before then, she’d line the mountain with a fresh scent. Each passing landmark gets a rub of her nose and body and each base of the tree is marked with her individual scent. She paws special attention to the few spots they’d had trespassers lately, reinforcing what scents of waned in the meantime. Thuringwethil doesn’t push herself too hard, however, so the trip to meet Reek in the next day is less of a strain than her tired limbs would allow.