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

The soft russet fur along Wildfire's nape prickled as she sensed someone approaching from behind. Rather than look behind her, she used her ears (which swept back) and her nose to identify the wolf. A small smile arched her lips when she discovered it was Thuringwethil. Her head did move now, shooting a quick glance at the commander before retraining her attention upon their guest.

Her instinct was to step back and let the Heda take over, though Wildfire also knew this was an opportunity to exercise her skills in front of her gurlfran leader. So she replied, "We may have room for you in our ranks but that depends a lot on your skills and your sense of loyalty. Tell us about both. And what's your name? I am Wildfire," she introduced, "the Bandrona. And this is the commander, or Heda, Thuringwethil."