Sleeping Dragon some nights you ache to believe in God

Wildfire had begun seriously contemplating doing something stupid, like marching up to the grotto and demanding to know if they had kidnapped her wife or maybe running all the way across the wilderness to bawl into her mother's arms over the aching hole in her chest. Fortunately for everyone that might have been impacted by such mad whimsies, Wildfire included, the commander's howl cut through the frigid night air in time to stave off any particularly terrible decisions.

"Thur!" the Bandrona shrieked at the wall of the cave they shared, instants before she burst from its mouth and began pounding her way toward the borders, ignoring the ache in her left thigh. She tripped over her own feet in her haste and fell hard on her elbows, scuffing them on the cold earth, though she barely stopped moving before she was up and off again. When she spotted the Heda's silhouette lingering near the geyser fields, outlined by the shadowy entrance to a cave, she shot in that direction like a bullet from a gun.

She didn't speak when she toed to a stop beside the commander, just thrust out her smudged muzzle to sniff, then nose, then nip and lick every inch of Thuringwethil she could reach. She smelled salty and wild but she appeared to be in one piece. A sigh of relief gusted out of Widfire's breast before she flung herself against her much larger mate, clinging to her and crooning a note that clearly said, I missed you.