Sleeping Dragon When you're stuck on a skybridge with your worst enemy

She could taste it in the air. Autumn was just around the corner. Wildfire enjoyed the fall (truly, she enjoyed all the seasons and their variations) but she was particularly excited for this one. Sometime between when the leaves fell from the trees and the snows arrived to blanket the lands, she would hit sexual maturity. There was still a lot up in the air, yet this was biological fact grounded in nature. And she was certain she would do whatever it took not only to become a mother but to raise her litter with utmost love and devotion, right here in the safe arms of Sleeping Dragon.

She was daydreaming of these things when a howl cut through the cool, rainy air. Wildfire didn't feel so confident about how her last recruitment had gone, which made her hesitate to respond. But how would she get better unless she practiced? Mind made up, the Bandrona prowled toward the source of the call, not really minding the light wind and rain. It felt refreshing, especially after a piping hot August. Perhaps this change in clime indicated that the dog days over summer were over.

He was easy to spot, a silvery white apparition against a wet, gray backdrop. Wildfire approached with a confident and cordial air. "Hello," she said, grinding to a stop a few yards away, "can I help you?"