Sleeping Dragon No sleep in Toronto

Future-dated a few days. Tags for reference as well as invitation. :D

This time, Wildfire didn't immediately drop off her kill and depart. Instead, she slowly lowered the dead gopher into the cache, then peered toward the nearby den. Her nostrils flared. She was fairly certain @Thuringwethil was in there alone with the pups. Perhaps @Gyda had stepped out to stretch her legs or answer nature's call. Almost apprehensively, the yearling licked her lips, then took a few soft steps closer, in case she was wrong or unwelcome. She lowered her head and tail, practically crouching, as she slowed to a stop perhaps four feet beyond the entrance of the den.

"Thur?" she stage-whispered, head cocking and over-sized ears tipping forward as she listened to the noises @Thyri, @Hvitserk, @Eske and @Freyja (not that she knew their names) made, as well as for the commander's answer. Wildfire sucked in a breath, trying to ignore the maternal instincts that flickered deep inside her at not only the sounds but the smells—puppy breath and mother's milk—that permeated the air. The Sjötta could not even imagine what would become of her once she actually laid eyes on them.