Dragoncrest Cliffs But I want to 'plore

She bedded down earlier than usual the night before, the exhaustion of the past few days getting the better of her. Wildfire slept like the dead, only waking well into mid-morning. Feeling groggy despite the long nap, she yawned and stretched, then began to walk to coax the cold stiffness out of her limbs. There was not as much snow on the ground here on the coast, though there was enough for the slim Bandrona to leave a perfect set of footprints as she meandered through the trees.

She found her way to the edge of the cliffs, where a strong sea breeze buffeted against her. Wildfire breathed in the clean, salty air and tipped her smudged muzzle toward the blue, sunny sky. Now that she was more awake, she felt better than she had in days. After a moment, she turned to pick her way back into the forest to find some breakfast. The wind pushed at her back, carrying her scent inland and spreading it throughout new Drageda.

So everyone except Wildfire herself knew she was in heat by the time she stumbled across the Rauna's path. Her lips pursed and she thought of backtracking to avoid the inevitable awkwardness. But her baser instincts compelled her toward Hush instead. Still oblivious to her own status, the Bandrona began closing the distance.