Dragoncrest Cliffs fiskers don't make noise when they start up, just so you know

Thuringwethil had found a large piece of driftwood a few days prior, pulling it up from the sandy beaches and into the cavern and out the other side so it could dry in the sun. With several good days of warmer weather and the sun beating down from clear skies, she’s rewarded with the dampness fading easily. When it’s ready and most of the moisture gone, she picks it up and carries it the rest of the way to the whelping den.

When she gets close enough, hearing the sounds of a small-scale tussle, she doesn’t feel the need for urgency. Kiwi and Bat are scuffling playfully while Wildfire watches nearby. A smile forms around her grip and when close enough, drops the piece of wood nearby and first greets the fiery woman before her attention redirects on their daughters.