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Thuringwethil had not spent much time outside of Drageda if she didn’t have to while it resided on the cliffs. Seageda and Sleeping Dragon had been a little different; she’d been younger and unattached, trying to keep Drageda going. Over the years, she’s quietly shifted to a homebody and the war only solidifies it each new time she goes through one. Part of her wants to pick up the crew and get going—she knows they’ll all appreciate it—but she takes careful steps in travel. She does not know what waits for her in Drageda and she only desires to be as prepared as she can.

The dark woman moves through the afternoon light in a territory she is hardly familiar with. Avoiding most of the tangle—for what wolf could get through quietly, undetected?—means she has spent little time in this area. A rustle to her right causes an ear to swivel but she does not lose focus, approaching the river with careful steps. It is only when a figure comes into view that she turns her head. Her fur bristles but she stops it when dark eyes meet an unmistakable freckles and a two-toned pair.

She blinks a few times before shaking it off, turning away from the water and allowing the other to approach. It is not Dacio that has come up to her, she knows that for certain, but the two girls of the latest pair she is mostly unfamiliar with. Thuringwethil puts a hint of a smile on her features but there is no recognition so far from the other so she relaxes some of her posture to something more... affable.


"Hello."