Dragoncrest Cliffs they will have you convinced bullets are a full meal

She was officially midway through her pregnancy and it showed. Wildfire could spend hours plopped on her haunches, staring at the small swell of her belly, but there was food to eat and naps to sleep. She did a lot of that (eating and napping), primarily in or near the hollow tree. She maintained a relatively low profile, enjoying long spells of peace, quiet and solitude, though she made exceptions for Thuringwethil, of course, and also her fellow expectant mother, Portia.

Wildfire was on her way back from just such a visit, headed toward the tree with a rabbit stuffed in her mouth and a long afternoon nap on the agenda after lunch, when the pungent smell of urine wafted in her direction. Curious despite herself, the Bandrona dropped the kill off at the tree and then trotted toward the borders. She soon found herself crossing paths with the familiar face of one of the Kru, a pale-furred male called Arlo.

"Hello," she called out to him, stopping a few meters away. An idea struck her and she voiced it in the very next breath. "Hey, I could use hand with something if you have a few minutes? I'll repay you with half a fresh rabbit," Wildfire offered with a twitch of her lips and another of her tail.