Phoenix Maplewood i will take you as food and leave you as famine

She was sorely tempted to gobble the furry rodent down in a single bite, especially as its warm blood trickled over her tongue and down her throat. It's for Thur, she firmly reminded herself, pivoting to make a beeline back toward Sleeping Dragon. The sound of a snarl stopped her mid-turnabout, causing the yearling's limbs to lock as she finally became properly aware of her surroundings.

Her head snapped in the direction of the angry growl, eyes clapping upon none other than the Heda herself. Wildfire's brows scrunched for half a second before her expression opened and she began moving toward the commander, her prize dangling from her mouth. But then she suddenly realized the reason for her superior's warning snarl. She stopped again, amber eyes tracking between Warbone's familiar face and the dark stranger. They narrowed infinitesimally.

Thuringwethil's heat signature (ahaha) hadn't registered with her yet, not over the bloodied carcass between her teeth, but it didn't take long for Wildfire to deduce that the males' attention was unwanted. Although she was small, young and a failed warrior to boot, an overwhelming sense of protectiveness washed over her. Like her desire to keep the Alpha fed, it didn't really make much sense; Thuringwethil could look after herself. All the same, Wildfire quickly closed the distance and stood beside the commander, gently setting the dead squirrel at her feet before facing their encroaching rivals(?) as a united front.