Dragoncrest Cliffs the flame will protect

Thuringwethil’s time on the borders is minimal as of late, knowing the others are taking up the slack. Between Eske, Arlo, Melchior, and surely a few others, she finds no need to push herself where it does not need to be. There have been little upset within the confines of their forest except for the disruptive coyotes that had been taken care of but with her off the borders as much, and Dio lessening each day, she knows they can’t afford anything else. It gives her a little time to sort things out before Wildfire gives birth. Her duty comes first, she has to remind herself, but if she can delegate some of the work while keeping things covered, is the same thing, right?

She hovers somewhere nearby the tree Wildfire has chosen, giving her sleeping mate some space for a while, and scans the immediate area for threats. The sound of another has her attention after a few moments, and noting the scent belong to Eske, Thuringwethil kicks herself into gear to intercept her from going too far. She chuffs in greeting, waving a curved tail over her spine, as she waits to see what the girl’s goal is for coming this way.