Dragoncrest Cliffs The ribbons and the wrappings

"I like those," Wildfire said immediately, then paused when the commander asked about learning her language. She felt a flush of embarrassment. She should be fluent in it by now, she felt. But it did not come easily to her to learn a second vocabulary. "Yes," she replied in the commander's tongue, casting her a sheepish smile. "Always. I'm not very good at picking it up but I'll always keep trying." Her tail gave a self-conscious little flick, hoping Thuringwethil wasn't too disappointed in Wildfire's seeming inability to fully immerse herself in Drageda's culture.

Here came another boxcar on the expecting mother's train of thought. "I'd like them to have a surname. We could call them Redhawk..." She looked speculatively at the Heda's face, wondering if she was open to that idea. It would be a nice way to pay homage to Wildfire's family. But before her mate could even opine on the matter, the red she-wolf shook her head lightly. "I'd rather we give them a Dragedan name," she continued, well aware that she'd just made up that word. "But what do you think?" Because this was, as she'd said time and again, a team effort.