Sleeping Dragon Sugar

She made a wide circle around the territory, then began wending toward its lower outskirts. She knew Sleeping Dragon like the back of her hand by now and tended to avoid anyplace where evergreens grew. So Wildfire wasn't expecting any pine cones near here (the meeting grounds to the south) and didn't realize she was about to step on one until, well, it was too late.

The harsh scales bit into the underside of her right forepaw and she stopped with a loud hiss. She yanked the foot off the ground and began to soothe away the hurt with swipes of her tongue. When she drew back to inspect the wound, she was glad to see the skin hadn't broken. She was hurt enough already, she didn't need to add an allergic reaction on top of everything else. With that said, the yearling began carefully wiping her paw on the grass to hopefully remove any histamines clinging to the leathery flesh.

As she was doing this, she noticed someone approaching. Wildfire paused to regard him, calling out a low but amiable, "Hello," before guessing aloud, "Tanja, right?" They had crossed paths a time or two simply by sharing a home, yet they'd never personally acquainted. "We haven't been properly introduced," she continued once she knew it wasn't a case of mistaken identity. Her lips drew into a smile. "I'm Wildfire."