Sleeping Dragon Burn wild

I know this is pre-BWP3 but I'm going to steal the dice for the outcome (for my next post). Evens = success. Roll: 1

Soon he moved to her side, allowing Wildfire to communicate her plan with a mixture of spoken word and body language. "Muskrat," she informed him in a hushed voice, sure he would have picked up the scent himself by now. "Going to wait and ambush. May take awhile." The get comfortable was implied as she rolled her shoulders and slung her belly down low, slithering in between the fronds of the cattails. Her eyes flicked over to see if he was doing the same as she grew still, then her chestnut eyes patiently began scanning the nearby shallows.