Sleeping Dragon In the merry month of June

The Bandrona was too caught up in the woman's appearance to notice anything amiss. She was quite fetching, though Wildfire stopped short of finding her attractive. She paused, wondering about that. She had never felt herself drawn to a woman before or since Thuringwethil. Nor had many male wolves appealed to her outside of Floki. She wasn't blind to objective attractiveness, there was simply no draw for her without some sort of deeper connection. She tucked this idle thought into her proverbial back pocket and refocused.

"I'm Wildfire," she introduced, her own black tail waving in a slow, friendly fashion before she took a seat. Absently, she lifted on paw to settle on top of the dead muskrat. "Are you hungry, by any chance?" Wildfire asked, even though she had caught the telltale whiff of fish in the air.