Dragoncrest Cliffs Mourning light

The Heda's words made her think back to a month or so prior, when she had said the very same thing to Thuringwethil. Her lips twitched faintly and she nodded without saying anything. When the commander urged her to move, Wildfire fell into step slightly behind her. Perhaps her mate had more to say on the matter but, for the moment at least, she wasn't going to kick her to the curb. A grateful weariness sank into her bones.

When they reached the caves, the Bandrona's innards tensed a little but she followed the leader inside. With a sigh, she dropped to her haunches, avoiding looking around in case anybody else was in there with them. She didn't feel up to facing anyone else right now. In fact, her cheeks heated with slight shame as she swallowed around the lump in her throat. Chestnut eyes fixed on a spot between her own forepaws, she gingerly lowered her body to the ground and curled into a ball.

She only looked up to peer at Thuringwethil, wondering what the Heda would say or do now.