Dragoncrest Cliffs Chasing the arrow

A low whine caused Wildfire's head to snap around in surprise. Her amber eyes narrowed when she spotted Hush further down the beach. Putting her discomfort aside, she rose onto all fours and began moving toward him. Her limbs felt like lead but the movement quickly coaxed some warmth into them. Mindful of the icy conditions, she picked her way closer to her pack mate, wondering if he was hurt somehow.

"Are you all ri—" she opened her mouth to ask when her own scent blustered into her nose. It was the most intense déjà vu of her life. Wildfire's maw remained ajar as she gaped at Hush in silence. Then she emotions started rolling in, of course. Surprise gave way to hope, which quickly gelled into fear that in turn melted into a searing, covetous anger. Then everything bottomed out at once.

Ignoring the rapid flutter of her own pulse—and the whining pack mate standing awkwardly nearby—the Bandrona spun and began running back toward the caves and, more specifically, the commander within. She forgot all about the slickness until her left foreleg gave out beneath her, causing her chin to slam into the ground. Miraculously, she avoided biting her tongue as her teeth clicked noisily together, but she was left with her rump stuck up into the air like an open invitation.