Sleeping Dragon Quit this city

She wouldn't reach sexual maturity for another month or more, yet Wildfire could already feel changes taking place within herself. As the weather grew cooler, then colder, she felt a new fire burning in her heart. She had always been determined to become a mother, whatever it took, but lately she felt as if she would literally fight for that right. With the commander's help, she had come to terms with Gavriel's rejection and begun looking forward. There were other eligible candidates in the pack, she would just have to choose one and ask.

Naturally, her sights came to settle on Dio, though she hadn't yet built up the courage to actually ask him. Wildfire was still reeling a bit from Gavriel's rejection and the implied disapproval. She would have to thicken her skin, though, she knew, as the time was really drawing near. The idea that her heat could come and go without finding a suitable donor made that flame in her breast sizzle and snap. She refused to accept that her dream might simply not happen.

She could think of little else this evening as she made her way back to the den she shared with her mate, a dead rabbit dangling from her jaws. Wildfire was tired after a long day of small game hunting and her head hurt a bit from over-thinking the whole breeding matter. But she made an effort to empty her mind as she crossed the pack territory, looking forward to snuggling up to @Thuringwethil.