Sleeping Dragon If you trust your rebel heart, ride it into battle

She was fully expecting a tirade, because with her luck she'd just messed something up, and was preparing to give some right back (excuse her for breathing).  But none came.  Instead there was silence, during which she deflated slightly from her puffed up defensiveness and instead turned curious.

She was just about to stand up and come closer when Wildfire called out.  Thanks?  Apparently her nose had been of service.  Getting past her surprise, she felt that same niggling sense she'd felt at the meeting.  Something about the leader's mate (lucky sod) seemed familiar.  Not enough for her to remember that they'd met, but enough that she once again looked hard.  "You're welcome?" She called back, finally getting up to come closer. Apparently she had been hunting, and been successful in it.  Porcupines were nasty prey, but she'd managed to give this one a nice chomp, hadn't she?  She felt her fur prickle with a bit of envy.

"Seems rather reluctant to kick the bucket, doesn't it?" She agreed, watching it squirm. "Don't suppose we could finish it off, though.  Not without a face full of fun times."