Dragoncrest Cliffs Chasing the arrow

There are times, here and there, she thinks about the benefits the dragon had once offered them. With the cold taking over, something she doesn’t recall from the previous winter, she wonders if they’d find a warmer spot somewhere on the mountain. With the volcano beneath their very feet, it heats the ground where snow does not live long on the ground. She wonders, especially lately, if it would be different there than it is here. Most of them stay in the cavern to fight the snow and bitter wind on the outside but the longer they go on, the more on edge they are. If it were to get any worse, Thuringwethil wonders if she’ll eventually end up crazy with all of them.

She shakes her head and shifts, turning to survey those that lingered in the cavern still but she notes Wildfire nowhere to be found. Her survey of the others come to an end and she briefly searches that she can see without drawing any attention to herself but when she can’t find the fiery woman, she begins the tunnel out to their secluded coast. Thuringwethil hugs the corner of stone that leads out to the open, seeing Wildfire in downward dog. Her brows knit together, only to flicker to the other side where Hush lingers. A growl rumbles low in her chest but she trots forward to stand nearby her mate.