Sleeping Dragon some nights you ache to believe in God

Thuringwethil was often a woman of few words. Now was no exception. She confirmed that she had been to the seaside and the ranger's brows furrowed thoughtfully. Wildfire nodded minutely in acknowledgement, wondering if there was more to come. Her mate did add something else, albeit not any further details about her unplanned expedition. Rather, she said eight words that were ominous in their weight.

"What do you mean?" Wildfire asked quietly, meeting the commander's gaze briefly when it settled on her face.