Dragoncrest Cliffs the stars are blazing

Wildfire had managed to relocate the whelping den somewhere else and while it still isn’t where she wants it to be, it’s closer. It’s close to the lake, the cavern where everyone else sleeps, and in case of an emergency, it shouldn’t be difficult to rush the mothers and children into the cavern with the help of the others. There were other measures they could take to further protect them, but for now she’s content on what they’ve managed to set up. Rotations between Eske, Melchior, and Arlo are relatively set when she or Dio can’t be nearby.

Her mate is asleep tucked into the tree and Thuringwethil is further away, in the clearing where the sun warms her dark pelt. Keeping comfortable has become her priority in the last several days, especially after setting back her healing with the sparring Eske. She would not typically be sprawled out in such a way in the open as she is but it’s the only way she’s able to find she can rest without feeling like her ribs are stabbing through her lungs. She still keeps to slow, even breaths, but the morning sun is enough to heat up what the chill of the night has left behind.