Dragoncrest Cliffs i am three oceans away from my soul

One ear swivels back as she hears footfalls, much heavier than those of three rambunctious puppies but without anything clumsy. Wildfire’s scent fills her surroundings, with nothing else in addition, and she slowly turns around to see her mate without their children. She licks at her lips, then tightens her jaw with a weird feeling she doesn’t want to admit. Wildfire doesn’t say anything as she approaches, feeling the tufts of fur as they come close enough for contact. The rest of the call’s recipients are nowhere to be found for several more minutes.

She’s about to open her mouth when she turns to see Artaax coming the way both she and his other mother had come from, wondering where he’d been stashed that she missed it. Still, his brother and sister are not tagging along and she snaps a glance to her mate and shuffles her feet forward. It takes more effort than she expects to hide the concern on her face. Thuringwethil takes a deep breath and backs up, turning around to begin a move along the lake. Her nose flares for a scent that will leader her anywhere and, for a second time, she calls for her children a little more directly.