Dragoncrest Cliffs Break your fall

"We can figure this out. Do you trust me?"

Wildfire was so grateful to be given the benefit of the doubt that she nodded automatically and eagerly. She then slowed down and stilled when she realized that Thuringwethil had somehow boiled down the problem to its very deepest root: trust. She didn't have to like the commander's decrees but she should know that the Heda would only base her judgment calls off what she thought was best. In her blinding whirlwind of emotions, Wildfire had forgotten this. She supposed she should be grateful that at least one of them could be practical and pragmatic, even if it made it hard for them to see eye-to-eye sometimes.

"Yes," the Bandrona affirmed verbally, "I trust you and I trust that we can work this out too." Wildfire said nothing more, at least out loud. She just latched onto her mate, murmuring apologies and declarations of love under her breath.