Kildeer Rest Bring back the summer

Heda, Wildfire repeated in her mind, only now realizing she hadn't said much in response to her companion's story. She felt a jab of guilt, which she nearly forgot when Thuringwethil playfully snapped at her flailing paw. For the first time in a long time, a genuine smile spread across the yearling's face, so unfamiliar that it made her cheeks ache a little from disuse. She clipped her own teeth in the space beside the dark wolf's muzzle, the twitch of her ears and the thump of her tail demonstrating her playful intent.

But then Wildfire sobered, reminding herself not to just brush off the other female's story. "Your faith and your background are so much more interesting than mine," she thought aloud. "I trained as a warrior too... but ended up failing miserably at it." She laughed a little dryly. "I like to think I make up for it with my other skills. But anyway... I'm impressed." In fact, that sort of summed up how she felt about Thuringwethil, period. There was just something about her that dazzled Wildfire, in a very understated sort of way.