Sleeping Dragon No sleep in Toronto

When the commander appeared and didn't immediately tell her to get lost, Wildfire's heart fluttered. The yearling dipped her head, then looked carefully to one side, then the other—making sure the coast was clear—before inching forward to flutter her tongue against the corner of the Heda's jaw. She then backed off a few steps, having trouble stifling the smile that stretched her lips.

"Yeah," she replied with an audible chortle. The Alpha had likely noticed her hunting patterns during the famine but Wildfire had learned her lesson; she needed to keep herself fed if she hoped to help provide for anyone else. "I have, I promise." She paused, then couldn't hold back from asking, "So, how are they?" She wanted to ask, Can I see them? but even with her new status as the Heda's secret side piece, Wildfire held her tongue and waited to see if the invitation would come.