Sleeping Dragon Lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more

The Níunda heard the call and turned from the slopes of their home where she had been seeking to start a cache. So far not much had grown and she could not claim much for the pack until she saw more growth. She licked her lips, making a quick jet across the pack for the sake of arriving promptly. When she spotted the familiar fireball she didn't hold back the little smile that grew on her face. She stepped near her heda and gave a respectful flash of her tongue against the commander's chin. Ai get em in op. Saria said quietly, supplying the answer for Thuringwethil so that she did not wonder if the firebird had the incorrect notion about who led here.

"Laerneth - you are still whole, correct?" She asked with the slightest hint of a smile in her green eyes. She would not forget the time she had spent nursing the brilliantly hued female to full health and hopefully she had not undone all of Saria's hard work.