Qeya River Feels

She knew what she was doing, what her gesture of submission coupled with the reverently spoken title would mean to Thuringwethil. When Wildfire had woken up this morning, she hadn't intended to pledge her allegiance to anyone—just like she hadn't intended to nearly drown—yet everything happened for a reason, right? Her weary heart beat a little anxiously in her chest but it felt right. So when the dark Alpha female said the words, "Let's go home," the yearling's lips twitched into a small smile and she nodded, moving to shuffle behind her as she began the trek back to Sleeping Dragon. She was more than happy to repay the favor with her loyalty.

"I hurt my ribs," she murmured to explain her slow and painstaking gait, "before I nearly drowned, I mean." Wildfire huffed a rueful laugh. She would have to take it easy for a few days but as soon as she felt better, "I'm happy to be at your service in whatever way you need, Thur. Thank you." Suppressing a shiver, she leaned into her new Alpha, brushing her muzzle along the other wolf's shoulder and then pressing her cold nose against the side of a black, swan-like neck.