Dragoncrest Cliffs songs about rain

She can see the difference right away. The world is gone from her shoulders and she has a clear view of her motive as a mother. She doubts Drageda will suffer too much with the loss of her bandrona, especially now that she’d rather ward off the rest of the world, but in her place are more able wolves up to the task of delivering messages shall the need arise. She doesn’t get much time to dwell on what she may do as Wildfire gives her a kiss on the cheek, with an enticing nibble, that causes her to set all her worry on the back burner.

Thuringwethil half chases after the fiery woman as she turns into a bow. It is only one glance up the shore, watching where it narrows off into the ocean, protecting them from all sides that she begins to move again. Instead of charging for her mate, she zooms by close enough to feel the whip of wind between them as she lay thunderous paws against wet sand to their vantage point.