Nova Peak keep the rage tender

It is weird to see a wolf so large uncertain of himself. Even those that submit to her hold themselves better. He apologizes though. For leaving, he says, for returning. She is still his Heda, even in his mistakes.

Thuringwethil lifts her nose a little, straightens her shoulders, and curves her tail upward. She’s gotten used to slipping into a neutral stance, even close to her home, but they have war on the horizon. Straighten up, is at the forefront of her mind and she’s not so sure it’s her own thought. One ear flicks back at the sound overhead but she pays no mind to it.

”Nao chit?” she asks, and takes a step closer. ”Houm?”