Dragoncrest Cliffs Chasing the arrow

Skipping Hush—if that's not cool, just slap me.

It felt like eons before her mate responded. When she did, Wildfire's heart immediately soared. Thuringwethil laid down some conditions and the Bandrona gushed, "Okay—yes—good!" and then... well, she couldn't contain herself. She reared up and embraced the commander's neck with her forelegs, nosing and licking her while whining happily under her breath. There may have been words of endearment mixed in there but they were mostly obscured by her joyous pants and whimpers.

After a few moments of this, she pushed away and then began running in excited circles, tail low but wiggling as she gradually came nearer to Dio. There was nothing flirtatious about her approach, per se. She just emanated pure, unbridled joy. Wildfire didn't even have time to think of her fears dating back to Goober, nor her concerns about Portia. Her feet leaped with her heart as she continued to prance around and make an ass of herself there on the freezing cold beach.