Sleeping Dragon Coming home

Thanks so much for rescuing this! :)

When she arrived at the den, she could find no sign of Thuringwethil. Disappointed but not discouraged, Wildfire seated herself nearby and mulled over whether to keep searching for her around the territory or just wait here for her eventual return. It was the youthful ranger's weariness that decided for her. She slumped forward and, without any intention of doing so, passed out cold.

She blinked awake, unaware of how much time had passed since she had never intended to fall sleep in the first place. Wildfire licked her dry lips and pushed herself to her feet. The commander still wasn't home. In desperate need of a drink and a potty break, the yearling began to lope away from the den, only to suddenly cross paths with the same she-wolf that had trailed herself and Gavriel back here to Drageda.

"Fear?" the still sleepy Wildfire repeated, squinting. "What's the matter?" she asked slowly, trying to blink herself awake.