Nova Peak keep the rage tender

The fur around her nape bristles when his mouth opens, staring hard at him even though he doesn’t look up for long. She searches what she can of his expression for something but the chants in the back of her mind are loud and clear. She once trusted him, as she would anyone else in Drageda, but his absence has driven a wedge. Like Arrille, he’ll have to work harder than the rest as she stripes him of any birth right. He left it behind on Sleeping Dragon and he has no blood in Sangeda, unlike his younger siblings.

His nod of acceptance doesn’t grant him easy access to what they’ve built on the coast. Thuringwethil gives in to the flame in her belly, the urge in her mind, and lashes out for his snout. She uses enough force to hold him still and angle his head down. There’s no growl of warning either as she offers a little bit of a squeeze without piercing any tender flesh, eventually letting go when she feels she’s made her point. Next time, your head.

As silence draws between them for a few seconds, her need for Nova Peak no longer matters. She pivots around him, making a sound of contempt and a swish of her nose for invite, and leads the way back home.