Sleeping Dragon You are the spade I used to dig this hole

A yawn stole over Wildfire as she walked slowly through the territory. The weather was cold and gloomy, which made her eyes heavy. She was feeling a lot better but she was still healing, which was a long and tiring process. Although it was tempting to return to the warm, cozy den and sleep the day away, she forced herself to keep going. The fresh air and exercise was good for her, she knew.

She caught wind of the pack's Skayona and decided to look for Portia. She wanted to ask her a few things about the wound on her thigh. She also wanted to talk to her about the arrangement with Dio. Wildfire didn't want anything to interfere with her plans any more than she wanted to upset the pack's medicine woman. She let out a breath, then inhaled Portia's scent and began tracking.