Sleeping Dragon "I love you, Crona."

There was no time for a riposte. Thuringwethil flung herself at the belligerent she-wolf, soon after followed by Dio, who appeared as if out of nowhere. Wildfire blinked but stood back, not joining the fray but not moving away either. Every muscle tense, she watched, ready to move in to help if it was required. But she didn't think those two needed the backup of a failed warrior against a wolf who was more likely than not a lot more bark than bite.