Sleeping Dragon better creatures could love you, i know

The sound of her name on the commander's tongue sent a bolt of... something through Wildfire. She set her jaw, took a few steadying breaths, then turned. She could not refuse the Alpha's attention when addressed so directly, no matter how much she wished to sink through the earth beneath her feet and disappear. And there was a part of her that was intrigued and wanted to know why Thuringwethil followed her, called out to her.

"Yes, Heda?" she answered quietly, keeping her head bowed and her eyes averted, tone unintentionally impersonal in its politeness. She was a picture of submissive respect, with none of her former familiarity.