Sleeping Dragon my beautiful dark twisted fantasy

Wildfire decided to take that as compliment (as it was surely intended). As they began traipsing back into the territory, she cast a brief glance over their backs, falling slightly behind to cover Freyja's until they were deeper into the pack land. She then moved to pad alongside the girl, bumping a shoulder against her amiably. She was very, very fond of the young woman. She loved her brother and sisters too but she had definitely formed the strongest connection with the small Feisripa.

"That is kind of odd," she concurred as they ranged toward the meeting place. "They're either ignorant or they're foolhardy. Either way, it's to our benefit. Although they may learn and move on somewhere safer. Or else we may kill off the warren entirely. We should definitely take advantage while we still can."

They were getting close to the meeting area now. Wildfire slowed slightly, letting Freyja take the lead. "Where is it?" she questioned, amber eyes scanning the ground to look for the telltale signs of rabbit housing.