Sleeping Dragon No sleep in Toronto

When a little pink tongue darted out, waggling, Wildfire felt certain her heart would beat out of her chest. "Ermagerd," she may or may not have mumbled under her breath, unable to resist the urge to nose against the little flailing appendage, grinning as it tickled the tip of her snout. "You are so gosh darn cute, I don't even know what to do with myself," she whispered to the tiny, silky puppy.

She just gazed at Freyja for a long while after that before suddenly remembering that she wasn't alone (not counting the pups). Her amber eyes were happy as they rested on Thuringwethil's face. "Thank you," Wildfire said simply. Thank you for letting me meet them, thank you for being with me, thank you for bringing me here in the first place. The yearling had felt like a part of Sleeping Dragon for a while now, yet somehow being the commander's sidekick (even secretly) and then being allowed to meet the other Alpha's very tiny offspring made her feel, well, integrated in a way she hadn't before.

"Will Gyda be back soon?" she wondered a few beats later. "Should I make myself scarce before she comes back?" she offered, already beginning to rise, albeit reluctantly. Her nose trailed over the backs of the squirming whelps curled tightly to the Heda's warmth, then lifted to plant a soft kiss on the side of her black muzzle.