Sleeping Dragon somewhere a bloodmoon hangs in the sky

Wildfire was by now quite familiar with the pups, though she wouldn't have missed this milestone for the world. She had just dropped off a fresh kill in a stockpile about fifteen minutes prior to the howl tearing through the sky. She immediately retraced her steps to fetch the slain rabbit and hastened to the newly appointed rendezvous site with its bleeding carcass swinging from her jaws. Wildfire's amber eyes crinkled at the corners when she arrived and regarded the proud parents, Thuringwethil and of course the curious cubs themselves.

Slowly, she approached the Heda and laid out the kill at her feet, within easy reach of the bumbling pups. She then touched her nose briefly to the commander's cheek in a chaste and seemingly platonic fashion. The young Bandrona withdrew quickly and backpedaled about three feet and planted her hindquarters on the ground to join in the observation of the puppies as they acquainted themselves with their new home.