Redhawk Caldera you are blood and earth, not theory and chalk

While Thuringwethil had been in the caldera before for an extended stay, there was little she knows about them. Finley doesn’t tell her anything she didn’t really know before but it at least offers confirmation and they know where they stand and who their strengths are. However, Finley stands for her kids safety too and her ears twitch upon her head, looking between the two wolves that seem to agree on the same thing. She knows Finley’s children are significantly younger than their own but that doesn’t mean they aren’t children too and it’s a surreal experience every time she jumps from Heda to Thuringwethil and how easy it is to slip back.

After Finley finishes, Thuringwethil wishes she had waited but there’s nothing to be done about it now and she can at least be prepared. It may take another trip home but they are capable of the trip, even in winter. The second option of the caldera moving isn’t in anyones favor and if she can help keep them rooted in place, everything will turn out for the best. It seems these wolves do things with no real rhyme or reason to them and they needed to be wiped clean from the earth.

“If you choose to go to them, we will go too, but I need time to get them here,” she glances at Étoille, considering how much she’s tossed him around all over the teekon. There isn’t time to send someone off to Sangeda and beyond with winter around the corner but she doesn’t completely dismiss the idea. It these wolves are more than two packs combined can handle—one with an army—then she needs not exclude it. She has the power to remove them, but if what she has at her disposal is enough, then she goes with it first. “What do we know of their land? Anything?” Wildfire had told her a little, and maybe she told her godparents something too, but she doesn’t think she can get much out of her anymore than she already has.

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