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

Their declaration hangs between them and Thuringwethil lets the silence linger for a moment, until Wildfire shuffles a little. Her slate eyes open and she watches the girl turn to stand next to her, nose touching her muzzle with a gentle lick that the young leader leans into. The kiss is welcomed, foreign—she's never been intimate with another, closed off and put away on a pedestal—and there's a small urge to withdraw, to listen to the teachings so ingrained within her. But the night sky that cloaks them, hidden away from prying eyes, she allows herself the room to loosen up.

Thuringwethil sits down, curling her tail around her, and nipping Wildfire's cheek, further preening down her neck and shoulder.

"We need to take it slow. My wolves," she hesitates, and takes a deep breath, "the ones from my home. They will not accept this, not right away." If at all.

There's a relief that Seregrýn has been returned to Trigeda and she vaguely wonders what Gavriel might think. She knows little of Rebekka but, Saria, she worries. A wolf that has always been emerged into their culture and tradition, has had direct contact with her in Seageda and many of the other leaders. She has always followed their ways without straying, dedicated to her, but she wonders if their friendship might be tested if Thuringwethil goes against it.

And then there is Gyda while a creeping sensation of betrayal fills her and she worries what her queen might think, their history blurring her feelings.

"I don't know if they will at all," she adds as an after thought, the darkness around them hiding the frown from view. Her heart beats heavily into her chest, her eye lids heavy and her gaze gentle as she falls silent once more.