Dragoncrest Cliffs if only the sea could sleep

She listened astutely as her mate spoke, detailing the circumstances and how she intended to approach them. Wildfire shuddered involuntarily at the mention of Blackfeather Woods, frowning particularly at the mention of Rose being held captive. She didn't know her, yet she knew entirely too much about captivity.

The commander seemed to take more of a defensive approach than an offensive one. As she imparted her strategics, the Feisripa glanced at their children. There was a quiet ferocity in their expressions which stole her breath. They were mighty Drakru now, fully-grown and utterly capable. This was mostly due to their nomi, she knew, and Wildfire turned her admiring gaze back upon Thuringwethil.