Dragoncrest Cliffs songs about rain

She really wasn't sure how the commander would react. Would she be angry at Wildfire's inability to uphold her dedication to leadership? Or would she agree that the Bandrona should take some time off to focus on their children? She didn't realize she was holding her breath until Thuringwethil responded. It gushed out of her, snatched away by a sudden cut of wind, and it left Wildfire breathlessly lighter in the aftermath.

She hadn't been sure it was the right decision but now she had no doubt. She felt as if a weight had been lifted from her slight shoulders. Wildfire loved serving Drageda and thought she might like to do it again one day. But, right now, she wanted to dedicate every ounce of her time to raising their three pups into real, worthy Drakrus.

"Thank you, Thur," Wildfire breathed into her mate's ear before planting a wet smooch on the Heda's already soaked cheek. Then, feeling a giddiness bubbling up inside her despite the cruddy weather, she gave the larger, darker woman another nibble before bounding away and sinking into a playful bow. Her black tail lifted upward and lashed, cutting through the billowing curtains of rain that fell over her upward-thrust rump.