Sleeping Dragon Flash X

Not long after meeting Seregrýn in the geyser field, Wildfire made her way back toward the Heda's den. She stretched out just outside the doorway, enjoying the warmth of the spring sun on her back. She let her chin drift to her paws, closed her eyes and drowsed. She wouldn't remember it when she woke—she never seemed to recall dreaming at all—but her limbs twitched as she relived the nightmare of her last moments in Moonspear.

When she roused some time later, her shadow stretched away beside her in the dimming light of early evening. Yawning and stretching, Wildfire pushed herself into an upright position. Her ribs felt stiff and a little sore, though it was all pretty manageable. She rose onto all fours, padded a few feet to relieve herself behind a nearby shrub, then licked her lips and wondered about the prey opportunities around here.

The best way to find out was to get her feet wet with some tracking. Lowering her smudged snout toward the ground, Wildfire began loping forth into the pack land. She hoped to strike the trail of some type of small game or another so she could start giving back to the pack that had taken her in during her time of need.