Dragoncrest Cliffs The ribbons and the wrappings

Wildfire’s closeness with her family leaves an empty hole in her chest that hadn’t really been there before. She’d gotten along just fine without a traditional family, not having someone to call mom and dad or if she had any older or younger siblings. However, seeing her mate torn up about their loss gives her an understanding that those losses affect wolves in certain ways. She mourns the wolves she loses through battle and wars and those that disappear but she is never pulled out of her position of Heda, never has a cloudy mind.

As she speaks, Thuringwethil gives her a nudge to follow along. Her toes mess in the damp sand but her goal is to walk near the coast where the waves kiss the shore, if only to settle her restless heart.

“Of course,” she finally says with a smile fluttering her lips. It does not last long as she considers they may have a family together. If something I to happen to her mate, or to the children, how will she react? Wildfire has a fiery passion that matches the color of her fur but Thuringwethil never had much to lose prior to now and the weight of hit doesn’t give her any peace. “What are you thinking?” she decides to ask, turning for a glance. Her gait is slow enough she doesn’t have to constantly look where she is going so she settles on the girl’s soft, glowing features.