Dragoncrest Cliffs the flame will protect

Thuringwethil has never seen Eske back down from a challenge and she is sure if she adds the worst of the details of the job, she will remain firm in her position. She is Gyda’s daughter. She nods once more when she reaffirms her desire for the rank, slate eyes skirting past the warrior and off to the side. She gives her direction with her nose and she walks to the nearest cleaning she’s aware of in the forest. She passes it often when coming to and from the borders while keeping near Wildfire. It is enough space for two wolves to scuffle, should they need to, as several yards of empty space separate from the nearest tree opposite of them.

“Show me,” she says, curving her gait to stand opposite of the younger wolf. Thuringwethil takes a deep breath, hiding the grimace from her face once more, and prepares herself. She may be wounded still but it isn’t going to stop her from her job and getting Eske to prove what she’s capable of isn’t going to take much work.