Sleeping Dragon you were a star, my dear, the brightest in all the skies

There are several (minor) assumptions in this post, so tap me if I need to make any tweaks!

The call caught Wildfire in the middle of another hunt, albeit a rather hopeless one. The squirrel in her sights had just given her the slip when the Alpha's voice speared through the air. The yearling's heart skipped a beat and she swiveled on a slender heel, eager to see Thuringwethil after these days apart. Then it hit her: the Heda had called with a specific message, asking the pack to gather. Wildfire paused, one small red paw hovering uncertainly in the air. She didn't know where the wolves of Sleeping Dragon met and the leader's summons had come from outside the borders. Thuringwethil was obviously en route with an important message and expected her subordinates to meet her there.

Blinking owlishly, Wildfire made a wild guess and began to climb the mountain's flank for the first time. Even if they didn't meet somewhere up here, she supposed the heights would afford her a better view of the territory so she could pinpoint the meeting place's location that way. It turned out that she needn't have worried too much; even as climbed, she saw and scented other wolves ascending. With a quiet breath of relief, Wildfire trailed them to a stony ledge. Her amber eyes sought any sign of Thuringwethil through the gloom, yet it appeared the Heda hadn't arrived yet.

Licking her chops nervously, the yearling found a space near the back of the group and sat primly and quietly. When Thuringwethil and a stranger materialized, her heart jumped into her throat. She faced forward and listened to the urgent message. Her heart changed trajectory, sinking heavily into her stomach. Wildfire didn't follow all the politics, yet she understood the bottom line: Sleeping Dragon was about to launch an attack on Phoenix Maplewood. They would make their move at first light. She immediately pictured Saena's and Luke's familiar faces.

When the Heda spoke her name, Wildfire felt something zip through her blood. Her sharp amber eyes found the Alpha's face through the crowd and she nodded mutely. She didn't know who Gavriel was, nor the location of said middle grounds, but Wildfire had sworn her loyalty to Thuringwethil. She sorely wished she could act as a consular and mediate but she felt it wasn't her place, especially considering she had just joined the ranks a few days ago. She would just be grateful she wasn't being called upon to join the front lines, keep her head down and do what was asked of her.