Dragoncrest Cliffs You are wildings: untamed, unholy, ungod

Vague because of the previous thread...!

She does not return to the den right away, cleaning up the wounds left over from her trip out, but she can’t avoid her forever; especially not when she should be giving birth in a matter of days. What’s left of their kill is put in the caches near Hougeda and the whelping den, and her wounds mostly taken care of, she returns to the fallen tree where Wildfire.

Though it is later in the day, warmer than the last few days combined, she rounds the last bend to arrive. A choice piece of the kill held delicately between her teeth—a hopeful distraction at best—and chuffs low upon approach and carefully places the piece to the side. “How are you feeling?” she says, nose going for any sign of change.