Dragoncrest Cliffs Wild things

The words struck Wildfire in a peculiar way, though the commander's tone and expression were at odds with her phrasing. She peered shrewdly at her mate for a beat, taking in her smile and the wave of her tail, then let the momentary feeling fade. Her own face broke into an even broader smile as the Heda licked her cheek. She hummed happily, leaning into the gesture a bit before turning and peeling back her lips to nibble affectionately at the other woman's facial fluff.

She huffed a laugh against Thuringwethil's cheek at the quip. "They're going to be falling all over the place. We'll have to raid Portia's stash, wrap them in feathers and seaweed, y'know, make some papooses so we can carry them everywhere... and so that if they do end up falling, at least they'll be padded." Wildfire chuckled deeply at her own joke (like a loser), though it trailed off into a breathless sound of discomfort. Oh great, laughing hurt now.