Kildeer Rest Bring back the summer

Her companion seated herself, so Wildfire did the same, folding her slim haunches and curling her black tail tightly around her hip so that its tip came to rest on her toes. Her large ears tipped forward as Thuringwethil spoke, answering the yearling's queries in a wistful timbre. Wildfire fancied there was a slight accent there, which thrummed pleasantly in her ears. She was a bit of a sucker for foreign tongues.

"What made you leave home?" the young gypsy wanted to know next. She pictured Thuringwethil traveling down the coast, arriving in the wilds and mapping them before settling on her particular territory. "And what drew you to Sleeping Dragon?" Wildfire added with a small smile, having picked up on the other female's gentle, indirect correction.