Sleeping Dragon bone tongue

There is an underwhelming reaction to the news and Thuringwethil releases a breath she’d forgotten about. Her eyes travel to Gavriel and Rebekka, who have less than thrilled reactions, but the others seem to be a little positive. A few verbal confirmations, a few tail wags, and while the majority seems to be in favor enough, the weight of her own kind hold her back. She tries not to linger on it too long, dropping her gaze for a moment before casting it toward Wildfire. 

Her gaze lingers for a moment longer than normally and she takes what she can get. They will simply face the storm together. Her nose lifts and, with the chorus of her own wolves, releases a howl to end their meeting.