Dragoncrest Cliffs like an old guitar worn out and left behind

When Tirgatao sought eye contact, Wildfire did not look away, nor compel the other wolf to avert her eyes. She steadily held the other woman's gaze, nodding and trying to suppress the urge to smile and grimace simultaneously. She had actually gotten a much better handle on herself since the (hopeful) conception but she knew all about the whirlwind of hormones...

"Where were you these past few months?" she joked, shaking her head lightly before explaining, "My emotions have been pretty unpredictable for a little while now. Although I finally seem to have them under control now." Knock on wood. She thought of her little row with Thuringwethil, feeling a flush of shame at her own behavior. "So you have experience in tending both mothers and pups?" Wildfire knew she and her mate would be the litter's primary caretakers but they sort of had a second set of parents (Dio and Portia) built in and it took a village, in any case.