Sleeping Dragon look to your kingdoms, i am coming for them all

Lagertha's abrupt exit did not waylay the meeting for long. Wildfire smiled as Thuringwethil continued, thanking her remaining subordinates for their fealty and naming two in particular who had come a long way to serve beneath her. The new Bandrona peered off in the direction Gavriel had gone, a fond light in her amber eyes. She couldn't speak much to his involvement in the Drageda traditions but he was a marvelous guardian and traveling companion. She was excited for their upcoming mission trip.

Wildfire swallowed thickly as the commander mentioned her spirit and death. The yearling was still working on getting familiar with the culture and this was one aspect that was particularly difficult to grasp. But she didn't have long to dwell on it. Thuringwethil began addressing the hierarchical changes and Wildfire's spine stiffened, her breath captured in her chest as she awaited the inevitable shout-out. The instant it came, she licked her lips and peered at the crowd.

Nobody stood up and threw tomatoes at her, so that was good. A quick glance at a couple of the nearby faces—Portia's and Rebekka's, for instance—showed only positive reactions. Whether it was to the news of her promotion or the Heda's other announcements, Wildfire couldn't be sure. It was most likely the latter, though she was just grateful that nobody had spoken against her, at least not yet. She smiled a little tightly at Thuringwethil, then released a breath.