Sleeping Dragon but stars burn out, my dear, and everything golden dies

When Thuringwethil instructed her to stay here, Wildfire felt a strange swoop in her belly. "Okay," she mumbled unintelligibly, staring at her paws. After taking a moment to collect herself, she brought her watery gaze upward, just in time to watch the commander slink past and exit the den. The yearling's ears swept backward and she blinked yet again.

She had thought the Heda meant for them to stay here and rest together. She realized she had been hoping for such, after spending several nights here alone. She had been looking forward to it, as a matter of fact. But Thuringwethil was leaving, presumably to chase after the roiling Magpie. Wildfire swallowed thickly, nodding mutely to herself, then crawled into the back of the den and curled into a tight, bereft ball of stress.