Sleeping Dragon better creatures could love you, i know

Wildfire began to explain but cuts herself short, her expression changing enough that… still doesn’t clarify anything and Thuringwethil worries about the perpetual state of confusion of the last several minutes. Waiting for the other to open her mouth once more and explain, it continues on into an awkward silence of the flame of a wolf staring in her direction. Slate eyes move back and forth between her face to search her face but the longer she stands there, there’s no more information given to her. With a great deal a force, Thuringwethil finally swallows the lump in her throat and she steps a step forward.

“Wildfire?”