Dragoncrest Cliffs songs about rain

The commander gave chase, though not with as much enthusiasm as Wildfire danced just out of reach. When Thuringwethil brushed past her, her brow furrowed mildly and she gazed after her before prancing in her wake and stopping when her mate stopped. Ignoring the cold wetness, she sidled up alongside the Heda, her sopping tail flicking gently to and fro and pattering against her cohort's leg on every swing.

"I think I'd like to focus on my hunting," she announced, sounding a little out of breath due to all the movement. "One day, I'll return to being more of an ambassador and ranger... but, right now, I belong with my family, as a provider." A wan smile touched her cold lips. "I've been struggling with things for a long time. But this feels right. I want to buckle down, really focus on being a mother. And a mate too." Fondly, she touched her smudged muzzle against the leader's cheekbone.