Sleeping Dragon Like it's 1975

"I wonder too," Wildfire freely admitted. She hoped they were, that Saena had found safer grounds to birth and raise her pups. As a ranger, she could have gone in pursuit of answers to these questions but since they had next to no bearing on Sleeping Dragon any longer, it would largely be a waste of time, even with her vested interest. "Maybe they found somewhere safer to reestablish."

With that story coming to a close, Wildfire couldn't help herself. She felt the need to address Freyja's earlier comment. "The pack needs to be strong for you right now, Frey, not the other way around. You are strong, most of the time, but you need to know it's okay not to be strong one hundred percent of the time. Even Thur, Dio and myself aren't at our best all the time, y'know? We have weaknesses, flaws. We deal with obstacles, pitfalls, drawbacks. I just don't want you thinking you have to be on point at all times. That's just not sustainable."

She stretched to nuzzle the Feisripa's cheek and, unbidden, she pictured Goliath snatching her and dunking her in the river. A ripple of heat passed through her, her hackles prickling momentarily, and she bit back a growl lest Freyja think she was upset with her. Of course she wasn't. Wildfire was not only the girl's mentor but like an aunt, or so she fancied herself.