Dragoncrest Cliffs good lord, what would that sound like without love.

Once they’ve settled into place, she notes the wounds each of them carry and blood smeared across them. She doubts the blood only belongs to them. They are standing, in one piece, and were able to make it to this point. No one’s at risk of dying. @Portia can wait (but will be called later, assuming this takes place before the other thread).

Artaax, despite being the one to call, doesn’t say anything. Slate eyes stare at him for a moment longer and only turn when Furi begins to speak, somewhat surprised to hear her first. Not too far behind her is Blixen, however, jumping to her defense. At least she got her words in first though and so Thuringwethil focuses on that, mulling over the information she has been given. What really catches her attention, though, is someone else knowing their language. There are wolves that know her by name. They’ve been in the teekon long enough and though they’d remained small on one side of the map, they’ve covered great distances and won wars.

It is a lot to process at once and she glances at Eske for a glimpse of an expression to see what she thinks, but it is brief and indeterminate of whether or not she uses the support. “So what happened?” she asks abruptly. Heda’s jaw sets, unsatisfied with what has been explained so far, and she stares hard for the rest. “Did Arrille go back with them? And what about the other wolf?”