Sleeping Dragon No sleep in Toronto

Her heart nearly soared out of her chest when Thuringwethil stepped back and made room in clear invitation. The level of trust meant a lot to her and she shot the commander a brief, adoring look before her gaze fell to the four squiggling shapes on the den floor. She hadn't seen a puppy since back when Eljay was little and never ones so fresh out the womb. Her first thought was, ohh, holy shit, which was fairly out of character for her. But she had literally never seen something so enchanting in her life. It literally hurt to look at them, they were so overpoweringly adorable.

Slowly, Wildfire sank to the floor as the Heda introduced them by name. After exchanging a brief glance with Thuringwethil to make sure it was okay, she stretched forward and gently touched her nose to the one nearest to her, which happened to be Freyja. She was so soft and warm. Her scent filled Wildfire's nostrils and, strangely, it made her mouth water. She didn't want to eat the puppy, of course. It was more like she was suddenly craving some of these for her own and her body decided to react in the only way it knew how to something so unbelievably, delectably enticing.

She took her time touching each of them, murmuring to them, before remembering to look up at Thuringwethil. There was a crooked grin on her mouth and a twinkle in her eye. "Ohhh my gosh, Thur," she said sotto voce, her voice catching in her throat. "I don't even—I don't even," she babbled, eyes dropping once more as she flailed verbally, now smiling like an idiot because she damn well couldn't help herself.