Dragoncrest Cliffs Skyfire

Thuringwethil gets a bite or two in by the time Wildfire speaks up. She glances over the kill in her direction, ears cupped forward, but she severs off the current bite and picks herself up. She doesn’t have time to consider a response—or if it is worth responding to—when the sound of crunching snow comes up behind her. She swings her head to see Portia approach and offers her a smile and nod of her head. The healer takes to getting one for herself and Thuringwethil forces the rest of her own down with little to remain.

“We should take these back to the cavern,” she says instead, licking her muzzle for any remnants of the rabbit. They had the seal the first time Wildfire came across something and with the rabbits, the abundance is clear but there is little to be made as far as her decisions go and she isn’t going to regret the call she made. She lowers her head and picks up as many as she can carry before she makes her way back through the sea-parted snow they’ve created to the cavern.