Dragoncrest Cliffs You are wildings: untamed, unholy, ungod

pls come in childrens

Wildfire urges her inside and Thuringwethil moves as carefully as she can, stepping over and around her mate so that she is on the other side, curling protectively around them. One move and she’d be over them, keeping them from harm’s way. In the meantime, she doesn’t have to worry much and she drapes her head over the fiery woman and looks at the four, healthy puppies as she points out the strange defect on the darkest child. She looks over and notes the extra toes hanging on and twists her brow in confusion, and slight concern but Wildfire doesn’t seem too bothered by the oddity. “Maybe it means he will be fast,” she says with a light heart.
 
The request for their other children is made and she lifts her head, leaning in close, before she moves only slightly to release a low call for them, hoping they aren’t too far from their previously expecting mother.