Sleeping Dragon i held ghosts in my arms

The pale Fimmta did not travel alone for long. He glanced sidelong towards her approach, recognizing her so that earned her a purposeful nod -- one matched with a little, muffled chuckle once he'd realized what it was that brought her to here with him. They had the same idea, and evidently, very similar successes.

So since the were on the same page tonight, he embraced the company with a wave of his tail and continued on purposefully.

He cut a pathway for the densite's general area and slowed once he started approaching the drop-off point nearby that he had been using lately. Since it was obviously used, he was taking that as a good sign for it working well enough. Scent made him suspect the commander, so he was sure she'd steer him otherwise if they preferred the meals left differently. What he didn't know was if Wildfire had.. some other method, or if perhaps she had more direct contact than he was privy to (perhaps a female-to-female type of thing?). He watched her from the corner of his eyes while he dropped his offering to the ground, almost swearing it splattered as the rabbit fell unceremoniously.