Dragoncrest Cliffs Sit still, look pretty

When they finally reached the cavern, Tirgatao released her grip on the seal and took a moment to survey their catch. It was a massive thing, likely washed up in the storm, and not quite frozen to the point of inedibility. She did flick an ear at Wildfire as the smaller she-wolf, well, wolfed down the chunk she'd taken with her during her tumble. The name rang a bell—the Bandronna. No wonder she was able to rally so many wolves so quickly. She was one of Heda's trusted circle. Again she repeated the conversation with Portia in her mind; it had been on repeat ever since, but nothing good had come of it until now.

Tirgatao smiled back. She licked her lips and tasted salt. Her hunger rose like a wave, but she was reminded of her low rank in comparison to the Bandronna and the others (save for maybe Arlo). So she stepped away and quietly settled back on her haunches, waiting for the others to emerge from the cavern and enjoy the feast.