Sleeping Dragon Knock me off my feet

Thuringwethil watches the older woman as she lingers a moment longer and she feels a bristling against the back of her neck. She waits, though, and ultimately she realizes what’s happening and takes her leave after a brief introduction of her own. Steel eyes watch her turn and go and for longer than her bandrona. She’d have waited, typically, until she knew for certain of their seclusion but Wildfire had a different idea.

Seeing her approach from the corner of her eyes, she turns her nose quickly to meet the kiss. Perhaps the thing to save her as Thuringwethil softens, for a moment, to allow their closeness. If she could, she’d allow it anytime, but she knew her duty won’t permit. Nor does it help her not being an overly affectionate wolf to begin with, separated from all forms from a young age.

Heda takes a long breath and she nods then, feeling her muzzle pull into a smile.

“Of course I did,” she tells her and plants a kiss of her own along the bridge of her nose that ends just between her eyes.

Unable to let the affection remain any longer, even if she doesn’t quite want to pull away, Thuringwethil turns her head and takes a step back to put some space between them. There isn’t a spot they can go where they are alone, and can be certain to remain alone, and she wonders—briefly—about searching for one.

“How is your family?” she asks first, even if she desires to know of her mission more.