Kildeer Rest Bring back the summer

The smile she sees on Wildfire’s face causes her hidden one to rise, stretching a muscle she hasn’t felt in a while—not like this. A hint often occurs but it’s hidden, tucked away by the darkness of her fur, and in the right angle and light, can be seen. This, however, she doesn’t hide. Thuringwethil can’t find it in herself to correct the girl’s mistake on her pack’s name and instead rolls her shoulder at the question, turning a little to look back the way she’d originally came from.

“Yes,” she says, back pedaling a little for a better view. “Over there,” she points her nose toward the mountain in the distance, across the expanse of the valley. It’s small from where she stands, a hazy silhouette in the distance. “If you tire of the wandering life, you're welcome with me,” she adds with a swish of her tail and glancing back to the smaller she-wolf to see what she might make of her offer.