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

Dio had mentioned the whole ordeal a little while ago, so despite the initial shock it'd had time to settle in the Skayona's mind. She'd almost told him no, but realized how ridiculous that would've been-- she didn't even want children, who cared if he very platonically fathered Wildfire's? Though the thought of him with another woman really ruffled her fur, ironically.

She'd put it to the side for now, she was about the same age as Wildfire and knew that it would probably happen sooner or later, but she could deal with it when the time came-- inwardly, she wondered if she herself would have to cross that river. But instead of pondering it, today she sat outside her den (as usual) and counted seeds, worrying instead of Chessur would replace her-- and if Thuringwethil no longer trusted her. Mid-thought, her ears perked and she looked up to see the red form of Wildfire, head tipping. 

"Hey, hun," she said, forcing a peppier tone and wagging her tail, "How are you feeling?"