Dragoncrest Cliffs Mourning light

At first, Thuringwethil isn’t sure she heard the call. Her ears swivel forward and she feels drawn away from the cavern. Most of them know her mate is missing and no one is around for her to confirm she heard it at all. She pulls her feet into gear and finds her way into the opening and through the forest where she centered the call. She doesn’t think she’s ever going to get there but by the time the fiery girl materializes, she slows to a stop.

Several tall redwoods still stand between her and Wildfire and Thuringwethil stares from around them for a long moment, uncertain what to make of her absence. She is noticeably thinner but in one piece, giving her enough relief to usher herself forward until she’s just a few feet away. Thuringwethil’s jaw sets but her silence announces her conflict, a hard thump forming in her throat that prevents her from saying anything.