Sleeping Dragon It's top shelf, man. It's top shelf.

Lucia's question about the leadership actually gave Wildfire pause. She knew she should know the answer to this question but if the commander had ever gone over it with her, she didn't remember. The Bandrona felt a warm flush overcome her as she ran her tongue nervously over her lower lip. She didn't want to tell Lucia wrong but she also didn't want to appear as if she didn't know the answer to what was a pretty critical question either.

"I was appointed," she said perhaps a bit too hurriedly, "but I am not nearly as important as the Heda. She could tell you all about the traditions there." Her cheeks felt even warmer. She sounded like some sort of cop-out and she was supposed to be representing Drageda. She really needed to brush up on her knowledge. She'd had many conversations about Drageda and its lore with the commander but she supposed she might have been, well, a little distracted when alone with Thuringwethil.

Clearing her throat self-consciously, Wildfire shifted her weight and said, "She should be here any minute." An awkward pause followed this statement before she blurted, "There're four pups in the pack and hopefully more in the not too distant future." Her face flamed more than ever as she realized she had just indirectly revealed that she, an apparently single yearling, aspired to breed when she came of age. To a perfect stranger. When even her own pack mates didn't know anything about it or her relationship to the commander.