Nova Peak keep the rage tender

Most of Drageda is on high alert, preparing for the upcoming departure. Thuringwethil doesn’t have the crew to bring along with her as she’d liked. Eske has chosen to stay back and protect their claim in their absence and Hux has long since left for Trigeda before the worst of winter hits them. Étoille is already on the battlefield, so to speak, and she’s left with a small handful of wolves that aren’t her children to go. The promise she’d try to make with Wildfire restricts though it is tempting to do as she should. It’s their fight, too. And it makes sense without her mate telling her otherwise.

A restless ache pulls Thuringwethil from the borders this day, leading northeast around the tangle and by nightfall she finds the base of Nova Peak. It has been a long time since she’s been this way but the need for distraction before their next big trip has been weighing heavily on her mind. If she is to do what she needs, she has to find some way to sort and the quietness of the past commanders is disturbing. In an attempt to make up for her time devoted to the past, she makes her way up the incline of the mountain, sorting her way through snow and hidden debris.

Nothing is familiar anymore as it has gone through an entire year of changes since her last visit but it is peaceful. Clouds block most of the sky and before long it is snowing a light flurry, barely dusting the ground. A sound disrupts to her left and she snaps her attention over her shoulder but the darkness offers no help and she does not notice the coyote on the opposite side of her attention.