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

While Wildfire enjoys the elation of the situation, Thuringwethil feels an abnormal amount of anxiety; something she doesn't often feel. It had been generations since the commander had their own family, with no success, and her teachers had always kept the thoughts away. A machine, an entity, for her wolves. She has to provide and keep them safe and her attention on a specific wolf shouldn't mean more than another.

However, looking at Wildfire, she knows the ship has already sailed. She can't imagine how the others divided their attention, and at times she didn't believe it. Thuringwethil certainly favored some wolves over the other but their treatment had remained the same: fair and just.

Stashing the thoughts aside as Wildfire presses into her, she wraps her self around the smaller wolf and nuzzles into her, tightening the embrace. The other understands, to an extent she supposes, but the gravity of it weighs heavily on her own shoulders. Wildfire's good intentions on keeping it between them worries her just as everything else, hiding away their affection when others can freely show it. A weighted sigh releases from her and simply nods her head, hoping the motion is obvious enough.