Dragoncrest Cliffs watch those words rise with a smoke

Thuringwethil struggles more and more to hide the tension as she moves through the territory. It is a matter of days before not one, but two, of their women give birth and one being her mate and while things seem like they are in place, she can’t help but feel the exact opposite. They’ve settled well in the cliffs with little problems. The two trespassers in their beginning are long gone (and she can’t care why) and everyone is blooming in a way they should be as a pack. Not even the commanders have been visiting her in her sleep as much which, on a typical day, would be a good thing.

Now, none of it even feels real.

She emerges from the trees that come up to the lake, turning her head to instantly spot Tirgatao lounging in the distance. Thuringwethil stands in place for a long moment, taking a breath as she slips out into the opening and curves the bank of the lake. Her movements are slow, careful, and she makes sure not to exert herself. The spar with Eske from the other day had taken a set back to her healing and she knows she can’t let it happen again. She departed ways from the new guard a little while ago as she heads back to the cavern where there is little to worry about and the company of her advisor is enough to keep her feeling okay.

With a shaky breath released from her muzzle, she chuffs as she finally closes the last bit of distance between them.