Whitebark Stream you have the universe in your veins

Their pace had slowed somewhat, though as soon as the moment passed, they picked it up again. Usually so fond of exploring, Wildfire scarcely noticed their surroundings. Her attention was paid in full to her companion as she mulled over what sorts of things she would learn in the coming days. She imagined there was quite a bit to learn about the culture of Drageda and she would prove an eager pupil.

"Will you teach me more of the—language?" she asked, stammering slightly when she drew a blank on the actual name of it. "Heda?" she made sure to add with a touch of playfulness in her tone. Although she enjoyed the fact that she was welcome to call Thuringwethil by her casual nickname during private moments like these, she also enjoyed saying her formal title too. It was a reminder of her status. The commander's power and prowess was understated, yet it certainly compelled the yearling in its way.

Fleetingly, Wildfire wondered what else the Alpha might teach her, the brief and scant thoughts causing her heart to beat faster. But before she could delve any deeper, something small and furry scurried across the wolves' path and the youthful hunter reacted on instinct. She leaped, jaws snapping, and felt a soft, warm body between her teeth. She applied enough pressure to perform a killing bite, then relaxed her jaw to deposit the body of a scrawny young rabbit at her feet.

"Would you like this?" she asked, licking the blood from her teeth. "If not, I'll take it back to the caches."