Kildeer Rest Bring back the summer

She wasn't sure Thuringwethil would oblige her this time, since she seemed a little too stately to roll around in the flowers with a gypsy rover. But she came to rest on her hip just a few inches away, much to the yearling's delight. Wildfire rolled over slightly, leaning on an elbow to face her dark-furred companion. She wriggled a little closer, remembering the night they had shared sleeping quarters near Redtail Rise. Her personal space was smaller around this particular wolf than other acquaintances, certainly.

It occurred to her that she missed physical intimacy. She hadn't gotten close to anyone since before Goober's assault. Especially now that she was on her own, she missed that connection. Her current proximity to Thuringwethil served as a sudden, stark reminder and she felt a lump in her throat. Suddenly, she was sorely tempted to take the Alpha up on her earlier offer. I could go home with her, she realized. It was a huge decision, not one to be made lightly, but right at this moment, it seemed deeply comforting. It was not lost on her that she felt so comfortable, in part, because of the wolf's given gender.

She sucked in a shaky breath, trying to betray nothing of her inner thoughts even as she tried to clear them out of her mind like clutter off a stoop. "Thur," Wildfire said spontaneously, batting a leg in her direction without actually touching her, "I forget your full name," she admitted, wrinkling her nose sheepishly, hoping the other woman wouldn't take offense.