Sleeping Dragon Burn wild

She honestly didn't know the answer to his question, so she shook her head lightly. She knew that if she asked the commander, Thuringwethil would surely explain the reasons for the conflict. But Wildfire neither needed nor particularly wanted to know, if she was honest. She was glad that it had ended without violence. She hoped her sister and her wolves were somewhere safe and that Drageda would be left in peace.

A dutiful silence stretched between them as they covered ground with their noses. It wasn't long before Wildfire struck the scent of a muskrat. She hadn't hunted many of them in her day, yet her mouth watered as the pungent odor filled her nose. She tracked it to the waterline, frowning thoughtfully as she scanned the nearby shallows. There were some cattails and other tall plants here. If she hid herself, she might be able to ambush a muskrat as it swam past or came onshore.

Woofing lowly under her breath, Wildfire tried to capture Gavriel's attention to inform her of this plan.