Sleeping Dragon is 'i love you' a fact or weapon?

Her answer is enough for Wildfire but she isn’t sure she understands the gravity of the situation. Thuringwethil doesn’t know where it leaves them, what will happen tomorrow when the sun comes up and she has to go about her business. The former commander of her wolves did not have her own family, did not get to experience what it might feel like. She lived and died by her people, just as Thuringwethil is meant to, had been taught to, and here she stands in the face of tradition and ignores it.

“I don’t know,” she murmurs softly and leans her muzzle further into Wildfire’s. Her eyes close again, resting into her touch. It has been days since she’d really seen Wildfire, left in a whirlwind of confusion, that their proximity is more than welcome even if they don’t quite understand what they are.