Redtail Rise yumi na teik won sonraun au?

Apparently, she did. Wildfire fell into step behind Thuringwethil as the black woman turned and led further up the ridge line, leading the way toward a small overhang. Wildfire ducked inside, giving the ground a cursory sniff before circling and settling down on the left side, a quiet sigh escaping her. The wind nipped past with a faint whistle and an even fainter scent of ash, yet this little spot was fairly well protected from the elements.

"Thanks, Thur... er," Wildfire said, suddenly blanking on the latter half of the other wolf's name. "Sorry," she said with an apologetic smile. "I don't think my brain's firing on all cylinders," she explained even as a huge yawn forced her jaws apart. She hadn't even realized how tired she was until the past five minutes and suddenly she felt incredibly weary, all the way down to her bones.

Giving her impromptu bunk mate another grateful look, Wildfire let her head sink onto her outstretched legs. Maybe it wasn't wise to trust a stranger looming over her, yet she had never had any reason not to trust other wolves, even those outside the pack, and she respected fellow travelers even more than most. Thus she slipped easily into sleep, not even thinking about how Thuringwethil could dispatch her in her sleep, much less giving such an idea any credence.

And when she woke—well-rested and decidedly unharmed—the following dawn, she would bow her head respectfully to her new companion, making a mental note to seek Thuringwethil out again someday, before being on her way.