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

The answer initially hurt her feelings, but actions spoke louder than words, a lot louder. The commander's touch warmed not only her nose but her cheeks (which flushed) ad also her heart (which caught, aptly, on fire). For a moment, Wildfire just kept her eyes closed and breathed, drawing in her companion's scent and reminding herself that, whatever else happened now, Thuringwethil had feelings for her too!

That sentiment bubbled in her chest, then crawled slowly up her throat and burst out of her in a quiet croon. It wasn't a noise Wildfire had ever made before; it was just for Heda. Eyes still tightly shut, she moved even closer to the larger, darker she-wolf, her nose skimming along the Alpha's snout as she swung her hips and aligned their bodies so that they stood parallel to one another. She felt the brush of soft ashen fur and smiled, eyes slowly opening.

Her ears pinned backward slightly as she found and captured Thuringwethil's gaze, her own slightly hooded now. "I don't know what I'm doing either," she quipped lightly, pausing for the space of a few held breaths her tongue darted out to taste the corner of the Heda's mouth.