Dragoncrest Cliffs Skyfire

Curiosity strikes when Wildfire raises a call for the lot of them. She had already been out of the cavern to stretch her legs and so she began to lope through the snow as best as she can. Her toes burn against the cold and she’ll need to get back of the cavern sooner rather than later if she wanted to keep everything currently attached. Keeping herself in movement does wonders at times but it can’t fight the longevity.

By the time she reaches her mate, there has been another to approach and Thuringwethil stiffens when she does not recognize—right away—who has reached Wildfire first. After a beat she smooths out her coat and curves up nearby.

“You should be in the cavern,” Thuringwethil suggests, addressing Kendra when she notes how weak her form seems. She’d had a little time to rest and eat but it does not make up for it yet. She has an uphill battle with the winter breathing down their necks. Thuringwethil turns to look at the find, and the pleasing scent of warm, fresh blood and saliva pools in her mouth. She licks her lips and tugs one of the fresher kills for her own satisfaction.