Kildeer Rest Bring back the summer

Wildfire doesn’t seem to have anything else to say on the matter and Thuringwethil allows her head to drop to the soft grasses beneath them. She watches the other squirm around on the ground until her their legs are facing one another, not quite intwined, and she finds herself needing to pull her own a little closer into her body to make room. The other wiggles and Thuringwethil’s tail thumped once on the ground as their distance closed and for a moment, Gyda flashes in the back of her mind in remembrance but it doesn’t last long.

“I wonder if my—” she begins, words catching in her throat. Her family isn’t something she thinks about, not as family, anyway. “When I became commander, they only called me Heda,” she explains, moving her nose forward to gently bite at the air around Wildfire’s paw near her face before she rests back on the ground once more. “Thuringwethil. But you can call me Thur, if you like.”