Sleeping Dragon kicked my heart to baltimore

Her mother's answer threw Wildfire for a loop. Her father's earlier children were estranged, yet just a moment ago Fox had said an old friend. Granted, she had sounded hesitant. Although very curious about this—especially the identity of said wolf—the yearling glanced at her younger brothers and thought better of dragging up ancient history, especially when she considered that Fox's answer was probably ambiguous and vague for a reason.

In any case, she asked a question that diverted Wildfire's attention quite effectively. She felt the tips of her ears go warm and her amber eyes dropped almost bashfully before they lifted again, shining. "She's my mate now, actually. I think she's here but she may be busy—commanding and all." Wildfire huffed a laugh at herself, then added, "I'll try calling her." She only hoped her family wanted to meet @Thuringwethil as much as she wanted them to meet her even as she tossed back her head and asked the Heda for an audience at the borders.