Bramblepoint be proud of your place in the cosmos, it is small and yet it is
what do i do after all this survival?
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Drageda wolves feel free to cameo for timeline purposes. I think i tagged everyone?

As much as Thuringwethil tried to rest while they were still in Drageda, she worries it is not enough. It is her third trip back to the caldera in such a short timeframe (and not to mention how sick she’d been before all this happened), that she wears a weary expression more often than not. The trip, as any other, is often made in silence. They few times they stop for a few hours to rest is the most she hears out of anyone, and even that isn’t very much.

They are close, at least.

At the northwestern edge of a thick foliage forest, she knows this is where they will camp their final night before they arrive at the caldera. She assigns @Dio and @Eske the first shift of guarding the resting wolves while @Furi and @Artaax scour nearby early in the night for something to eat if possible. While she doesn’t want them to waste too much energy before their arrival (knowing the Redhawks will help meet their needs), she doesn’t want them to strain themselves during travel. @Hvitserk is the only one without a specific job but she doesn’t quite know what to do with him and she suspects he’ll keep his head down for a while. She leaves @Hush with him for the time being. Before long, they’ll all be together and shifts will rotate until the morning.

In the meantime, Thuringwethil nudges @Blixen for attention and pulls her aside, stepping away from the small group and traveling further west. She knows they are close to Moonspear but she’s been in good graces with their leader (the one she knows), and hopes to find somewhere she thinks is close enough to elicit a howl.

With her daughter in tow, the reach the outskirts of the bramblewood where the alter is, and further up where the mountain that @Amekaze calls home. She lifts her nose, looses a howl to them in hopes they’ll hear and know they are back. War is on the horizon.

Instead of lingering around and waiting, given the hour, she turns back with Blixen at her side to return to their campsite.
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be proud of your place in the cosmos, it is small and yet it is - by Antumbra - December 20, 2017, 01:39 PM