Whitebark Stream you have the universe in your veins

Thuringwethil frowns as Wildfire speaks—not because of her answer, but her tone—and she finds herself taking a few more steps forward so that she crosses back to the other side of the stream. It’s not enough to really back-track her progress, but Wildfire’s recoil makes her stomach turn. Thankful she has yet to eat, sure that it might not settle well, she takes long strides to try and close the distance before the girl disappears back to the Dragon.

“You should not sneak around,” she offers and gives the smaller wolf a little smile, hopefully encouraging enough. “But you don’t have to go, if you don’t want to.” Company would be nice on her trip, but she hadn’t intended to have any distractions when she visits the maplewood. Wildfire tends to take all of her attention when she’s around, though she can’t quite explain why and doesn’t intend to search for the answer just yet.