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

She didn't know why she expected backlash. Perhaps she felt like an outsider or an impostor, though Wildfire knew that many of the wolves here did not hail from the commander's culture originally. They were willing recruits, prepared to be baptized in the ways of Drageda. Or maybe she just felt unqualified, deep down. In any case, nobody spoke against her and she was able to push her doubts aside for now. The yearling's lips curved into a small, satisfied smile as the wolves began to rally.

She had never been able to howl that well, not since Junior's attack, yet the Bandrona raised her charcoal-smeared muzzle skyward and joined the song anyhow, lending a delicate note that flowed beneath the others' stronger voices. When her breath left her, Wildfire dropped her head and gazed at Thuringwethil, unashamed affection glimmering in her amber eyes.