Sleeping Dragon monsun

The Heda still hadn't returned and Wildfire found she missed the dark she-wolf. It didn't really make sense, she knew, and she mused about it quite a lot as she stepped out of the den and began ambling around the base of the volcano. Somewhere along the way, she decided she would hunt for Thuringwethil, put the kills aside so that she would have something to eat the instant she made her way home. It was the least the newcomer could do, after the dark leader had saved her life and given her a home.

That suddenly made Wildfire wonder about her would-be killer. She was part of Drageda, Wildfire surmised. What would it be like once they met properly? Would it be awkward and uncomfortable? Would they even acknowledge what had happened? Wildfire supposed she didn't really take the wolf's actions personally, so as far as she was concerned, maybe it was just water under the bridge.

Before she could think on it much further, two wolves materialized in the distance and the yearling paused to consider them from afar. The smaller one reminded Wildfire of her mother. The larger one appeared to be gnawing on a large bone. She sensed that they were in the middle of a conversation, so instead of walking up and interrupting them, she hung back and observed.