Sleeping Dragon Burn wild

Wildfire was sorely tempted to try tracking Saena and her wolves, yet she resisted. She didn't want to risk causing more conflict and, besides, she still wasn't in peak physical condition. Her ribs barely bothered her anymore but she had lost some muscle mass during the downtime. And there were plenty of things to do right here at home, like mapping the place, padding the stockpiles and meeting the rest of her pack mates properly.

On this particularly glorious April afternoon, she spent a few hours memorizing the borders, then headed deeper into the territory to hunt. She had barely gotten started tracking when she stepped on something sharp, eliciting a muffled ksssss! noise. Wildfire paused, turning over her paw to inspect the leathery paw pad. She plucked the sharp little stone out with her teeth, then ran her tongue over the wound, trying not to roll her eyes at her bad luck.