Dragoncrest Cliffs (for young is the year,for young is the year)

Searching for Wildfire had offered them a feeling of togetherness. They had one thing to do and they worked together, for the most part, but now... now she just feel tired. She knows where Wildfire is and they simply feel like they exist. She doesn’t see her children as much as she likes as they have their own things going on. One day becomes the next and now...

The winter is fast approaching, with already dusting of snow on the ground. It seems much too soon but the days have become and stayed cold. Thuringwethil enjoys the cool weather. It is in her bones just as much as Drageda is but it seems to make things difficult these days. If it comes as quickly as it has been, she may not see her mate until spring. Luckily she hasn’t had to talk about it to the children, as they cling to the hope she’ll be home soon.

Thuringwethil licks her lips as she loves, catching Blixen’s scent and absently following it along to find her lounging in a patch of leftover snow.