Sleeping Dragon Knock me off my feet

When originally planning what to say to the Heda about her mission, Wildfire had considered making light of her faux pas. Now, she didn't dare spin it as anything but factual. Still trying to swallow the discomfiture of the past few minutes, she crammed the previous conversation into an overstuffed filing cabinet in the back of her mind, slammed it shut and locked it.

"A wolf I took to be Kierkegaard greeted me at the borders. After we exchanged some greetings, it turned out it wasn't him at all, though. It was a wolf called Aaron. He didn't appreciate that I took him for Kierkegaard. It was pretty clear there was no love lost between them. He did say he has a strong, loyal following, and that Kiekegaard wasn't welcome anywhere near them. We left quickly after that."

Wildfire almost mentioned that Gavriel could corroborate her story, if there were any doubts. But of course Thuringwethil didn't need to be told that and it wasn't as if the Bandrona had anything been truthful. She drew in a breath and shifted her weight, feeling that she should probably make an exit soon. She was tired and a bit footsore anyway and now she felt like she needed some time to process what had passed between them.