Sleeping Dragon some nights you ache to believe in God

Whether or not Wildfire trusts her word, Thuringwethil will take it. Her hormones hadn't even been considered but perhaps they aren't helping and causing her to feel on edge. She's typically separated from these things and her own is controlled by herbs but she'd gone through it without the aid. Without a properly balanced pack, she can't ask for much, but perhaps it'll come time to talk to Portia about what she may know. Generations of healers and scholars have prepared her for this but their absence is sorely noticed. With a sigh, Thuringwethil nods her head in promise as she grooms Wildfire where she can reach until they both settle in for sleep.