Bitterroot Valley one night only

The Flemia watched everything happen before them. Wildfire caught her attention first. She caught the red-haired leader limping off and to this, she perked and sat taller in an attempt to get a better view of what was going on. “Wildfire?” she called, her ears lowering as Portia approached the leader. “You okay?” her voice was a whimper. She hesitated to say anything else and then quickly turned to Portia as she approached.

She didn’t say anything and instead watched on, pressing herself closer to Seff. Once the gauze was held to his throat, Freyja turned her attention to Portia again. “He’s going to be okay, right?” she asked, her voice was heavily laced with concern.