Sleeping Dragon Knock me off my feet

The instant Thuringwethil materialized, every muscle in Wildfire's body twitched in her general direction. She wanted to throw herself into the commander's embrace, slather her face with kisses, hold and be held. Instead, she ground her teeth together and resisted the powerful impulse. They were not alone. Even if the pack had been in the know about their relationship, it was not appropriate for one leader to snog another right in front of one of their members, especially a newer one. The Bandrona would just have to hold her horses a moment.

With that said, she looked toward the stranger and said, "It was nice to meet you, um..." The yearling meant to say her name, then realized she'd never gotten a chance to share it. Wildfire paused now, hoping she would provide it, then continued, "But if you'll excuse us, I need to speak to Heda privately." She felt a little thrill at how well she was pulling off her poker face right now. She bobbed her head and smiled a little apologetically. She truly hoped to get to know this pack mate better, later. But right now, Wildfire could hardly focus on anything other than the Alpha's scent as she subtly drifted nearer to her.