Dragoncrest Cliffs Mourning light

She does not think of the aversion to caves in those moments, wishing to find somewhere that will bring the blood back to her toes and to tend to her mate. She’d been in the elements far longer than she has, with the protection of others, and she wants to warm her back up and get a little food on her belly. There are few remaining in the cavern for the day but she notes Arlo nearby, whom she dismisses with the goal to find something from the caches and bring it back to them. In the meantime, she helps get her settled into a ball on the ground and after a moment, she does the same.

Thuringwethil does her best to curl up close and bury her nose into her fur. It does not have the seclusion their cave on the dragon once had but it is quiet and she can simply focus on Wildfire being there. “You are strong,” she murmurs, nosing her snout to try and curve her neck around the girl in a warm embrace. She can’t find the words she really wants to say so she lets herself pull away and rest nearby, giving Wildfire the decision to rest as she pleases. “Do you want to talk about them?”