Sleeping Dragon somewhere a bloodmoon hangs in the sky

The Bandrona split her attention between the pups (75%) and the commander's face (25%), taking joy in watching Thuringwethil watch them. Would they get to do this one day as parents: relocate their litter, watch over them and introduce them to the pack? A warm shiver passed down Wildfire's spine. Aside from one day sealing the deal with Thuringwethil properly, there were few things she wanted more than the experience of motherhood.

A small voice called her name and Wildfire grinned at little Freyja. Unaware of just how interested her makeshift niece would become in hunting over the next few weeks, she shook her head and said, "I already did the hunting for you!" and pointed a red toe at the dead rabbit in front of the Heda. "Your only job is to enjoy it," she added, "and share it with your brother and sisters, of course." She winked one amber eye.