Kildeer Rest you're the ocean and she's desperate to drown

Wildfire half woke to find herself clutching her own tail. Smiling sleepily, she pretended it belonged to Thuringwethil as she snuggled into herself and went back to sleep. She only roused again an hour or so later, when a soft touch caresses the back of her neck. She didn't have to pretend now. Only partially awake, the Bandrona smiled softly, rose, stretched and padded along after the commander, as eager to obey as she was to see where Thuringwethil meant to take her.

The yearling made only a single inquiry, yet when the Heda refused to explain herself, she pressed her lips closed, smiled, and said no more. Only when they approached a familiar bed of purple flowers in a neighboring territory did her lips part again. Her heart leaped, not only because the commander had brought her here but because it was such a sight for sore eyes. The famine had done some horrendous damage but it was so good to see that much of the wild was making a full recovery.

Wildfire murmured, "This was where you first offered me a place in Drageda," among other things. The young she-wolf turned to peer into the commander's face, silently wondering if there was any particular reason her significant other had brought her to this place today.