Sleeping Dragon Knock me off my feet

The yearling shook her head lightly. "He was belligerent," she admitted, lips twitching faintly, "but he didn't threaten us." She meant to say something more but Thuringwethil moved toward her again, her cool nose pressing against Wildfire's warm cheek. Her heart skipped a beat as the heat of that touch melted away her earlier discomfort. Maybe she hadn't bungled everything entirely.

When the Heda bumped her chin, Wildfire's eyes flicked to hers and she smiled bigger, more genuinely, before respectfully averting her gaze. Yes, she thought, her insides tightening, hungry for you. But of course she did not voice that, not right now. Instead, she simply bobbed her head. She had been prepared to make herself scarce but honestly she was grateful for every second she couldcling to the commander, every moment she could keep Thuringwethil all to herself.