Sleeping Dragon Knock me off my feet

The instant Wildfire's paws touched familiar soil, she thanked @Gavriel and then went in search of @Thuringwethil. She knew she needed to report back on her findings about Rosings and that the Heda was probably curious about her visit with the Redhawks too. As seriously as the Bandrona took her duties and the need to report to Drageda's commander, Wildfire had to admit to herself that she could barely even think of any of that stuff right now. She couldn't think about anything but seeing Thuringwethil, smelling her, touching her...

She marched up the leader's den, well aware that she might be elsewhere. Wildfire poked her head inside. "Thur?" When she didn't appear to be in there, she backed out and called more loudly, "Heda?" If she still didn't reply, the yearling would consider howling or perhaps going to Gyda's den to see if the commander was there. It would be a good excuse to see the puppies too, though much as Wildfire loved those little jellybeans, she had serious trouble caring about anything other than reuniting with her main squeeze right now.